DO NOT TOUCH (especially YOU!)
"Goddamnit, this all YOUR fault!" She wheeled around and jabbed him in the chest with her finger.
He stumbled back and looked annoyed. "What? What are you talking about?"
"You, YOU, you specifically were told to NOT. TOUCH. Anything. Anything! Especially the device! The device with the signs and warnings on it. The signs and warnings telling you not to touch it. Telling YOU, specifically, to not touch it! And you goddamned touched it! ARGH!" She clutched her head in frustration.
"Well, how was I supposed to-"
"ALL THE FUCKING SIGNS!"
"I still don't believe I'm responsible for THOSE." He gestured at the cages filled with the monsters they'd captured so far. The general murmur of rasping breath, hate-filled growling, and chitinous scraping rose for a moment.
"You don't get it, do you? You really don't. You ARE them. You are THE abomination that they spring from and are shadows of. You should. Not. Be. You're continued existence at this point is pissing off reality, causality, hell, geometry and me! If I thought it would solve anything, I'd kill you myself, right now, right here... but it wouldn't! So we've got to keep looking for something else to do with you." She groans. "Come on. I think I heard a few more skittering around in the crawl space."
He stumbled back and looked annoyed. "What? What are you talking about?"
"You, YOU, you specifically were told to NOT. TOUCH. Anything. Anything! Especially the device! The device with the signs and warnings on it. The signs and warnings telling you not to touch it. Telling YOU, specifically, to not touch it! And you goddamned touched it! ARGH!" She clutched her head in frustration.
"Well, how was I supposed to-"
"ALL THE FUCKING SIGNS!"
"I still don't believe I'm responsible for THOSE." He gestured at the cages filled with the monsters they'd captured so far. The general murmur of rasping breath, hate-filled growling, and chitinous scraping rose for a moment.
"You don't get it, do you? You really don't. You ARE them. You are THE abomination that they spring from and are shadows of. You should. Not. Be. You're continued existence at this point is pissing off reality, causality, hell, geometry and me! If I thought it would solve anything, I'd kill you myself, right now, right here... but it wouldn't! So we've got to keep looking for something else to do with you." She groans. "Come on. I think I heard a few more skittering around in the crawl space."