Sep 09, 2005 16:17
Balls. Big balls. Big hairy balls of scum covered shite. Angel could spend his time playing ol Rip Winkle all he wanted. Didn't need his approval to do what I wanted. The lot of them needed me one hell of a lot more than I needed. He likes to think he's the only one around here with 'champion' on his list of greatest hits. He was first, I'll give him that. First one to terrorize Europe and shag Dru. Same deal with the soul. Fact is he was first, but I do it better. Even Dru told me that.
Fact is I am a damned champion, just as much if not more than he is. Let him sit around and brood, me - I was going to go spit in the face of evil. Climbed out of the sewers and made my way to the Wolfram and Hart building. I'd give this Alyx a piece of my mind, and take a piece out of her ass. Or maybe just check out her rack, either way I'm itchin for a fight. Stopped in my tracks when I saw who was pulling up to the building in his shiny car. Angel.
Bastard had to go and copy my plan. And he has the nerve to complain about me? Hypocritical wanker. Skulked about in the shadows a good ways back of him, better to let him hit the barrage of lawyers before they spot me.