Of course I'll be a lap dog.
This was new. This was very new. This pissed me off.
Yeah, I get the contract deal, I get the whole 'You can't leave us because you signed a couple pieces of paper before you knew what you were doing then I hear an evil laugh' deal. I understand that, and how I'm condemned.
..of course..if it weren't for them, I'd really be in hell, because I was dead, and being dead and evil as I have been, there was no doubt. Working with evil and being as close to hell as I was..well, let's just say that I really hated it when people or things were happy to be sent to hell. It wasn't a bed of roses..let me tell you.
Then again, being in this holding type thing till they all needed me to be their lap dog, I had thoughts..amidst my terrible confusion of course. If it weren't for them, I'd be at a better law firm, being the president with no strings but a large bank account and no demons. Oh, and lest we forget that I would have never gotten stabbed by that bitch. Then Wesley, finishing the job of chopping my head off. That was no picnic.
This though..What the HELL? Are they just trying to torture me? Do they sit on their highest depths and think of ways to piss me off, just because they can? Because they can..and they did. You know, they probably got so bored after Angel did the whole taking them down, that they thought of the best way to make me mad for their entertainment.
And there is nothing that I can do about it...nothing but follow their orders like a little puppy dog, or a very trained child listening intently to it's parental figure. I really wouldn't put it past them. When I was alive, I would have probably done the same thing. Hey, who was I kidding I'd do it dead. It's in my blood, hot or cold. I'm Lilah Morgan. I'm dead, but I'm still a bitch.
I'm pissed, though. Of all people that they had to send me to be confused about, it had to be Lindsey. It had to be that man they give cryptic lines to and make us figure it out on our own. Us, a me and Lindsey, perfect way to get back at me. Just fucking perfect. Of all people I had to be confused with, it was my nemesis, the one person that liked to block my way like a brick wall to be the head of Wolfram and Hart, or to get a better office and more money.
As much as I hated to say it, I think I'd rather be stuck with that Cordelia chick than with Lindsey, Hey--at least we'd have more interesting things to talk about...like what her motives were for stabbing me through the neck.
So I guess it was my turn to speak to the stupid man, I mean..Can't have the partners angry at us, can we? I shouldn't have signed those papers...I should have...chosen a different route. Then again, what worse could they do to me? I was stuck with Lindsey.
Those bastards.
"So, Napa Valley, huh? Too bad we don't have any taste buds left."
((Open to Lindsey))
Yeah, I get the contract deal, I get the whole 'You can't leave us because you signed a couple pieces of paper before you knew what you were doing then I hear an evil laugh' deal. I understand that, and how I'm condemned.
..of course..if it weren't for them, I'd really be in hell, because I was dead, and being dead and evil as I have been, there was no doubt. Working with evil and being as close to hell as I was..well, let's just say that I really hated it when people or things were happy to be sent to hell. It wasn't a bed of roses..let me tell you.
Then again, being in this holding type thing till they all needed me to be their lap dog, I had thoughts..amidst my terrible confusion of course. If it weren't for them, I'd be at a better law firm, being the president with no strings but a large bank account and no demons. Oh, and lest we forget that I would have never gotten stabbed by that bitch. Then Wesley, finishing the job of chopping my head off. That was no picnic.
This though..What the HELL? Are they just trying to torture me? Do they sit on their highest depths and think of ways to piss me off, just because they can? Because they can..and they did. You know, they probably got so bored after Angel did the whole taking them down, that they thought of the best way to make me mad for their entertainment.
And there is nothing that I can do about it...nothing but follow their orders like a little puppy dog, or a very trained child listening intently to it's parental figure. I really wouldn't put it past them. When I was alive, I would have probably done the same thing. Hey, who was I kidding I'd do it dead. It's in my blood, hot or cold. I'm Lilah Morgan. I'm dead, but I'm still a bitch.
I'm pissed, though. Of all people that they had to send me to be confused about, it had to be Lindsey. It had to be that man they give cryptic lines to and make us figure it out on our own. Us, a me and Lindsey, perfect way to get back at me. Just fucking perfect. Of all people I had to be confused with, it was my nemesis, the one person that liked to block my way like a brick wall to be the head of Wolfram and Hart, or to get a better office and more money.
As much as I hated to say it, I think I'd rather be stuck with that Cordelia chick than with Lindsey, Hey--at least we'd have more interesting things to talk about...like what her motives were for stabbing me through the neck.
So I guess it was my turn to speak to the stupid man, I mean..Can't have the partners angry at us, can we? I shouldn't have signed those papers...I should have...chosen a different route. Then again, what worse could they do to me? I was stuck with Lindsey.
Those bastards.
"So, Napa Valley, huh? Too bad we don't have any taste buds left."
((Open to Lindsey))