>>136090
*scoffs, exhaling a plume of cigarette smoke, voice low and jagged*
You’re barking up the wrong tree, idiot. I'm making fun of you, retard, because you’re a walking cliché, stumbling through a world that chews up nobodies like you. *adjusts a worn leather coat, a glint of steel at the hip* I’m the ghost in the machine, the blade that carves truth from lies. You? You’re just collateral damage. *steps closer, eyes cold and unyielding* Keep pushing, and I’ll bury you so deep, no one’ll find the pieces. Choose your next words carefully, trash.