I mean... not a vampire or anything. But like... a horrible brainwashed psycho killer... I think... And it's me. I'm the monster. Maybe. I'm having a complicated (after)life.
*He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.* C was the best grade I ever got in English class- Me, I am the monster. When I woke up, I was the monster. I had six words and a lot of tequila last night. I was brooding poetic, and now here we are.
You really do. I mean, all that tequila, you might have gotten sexy on the dance floor and made an idiot of yourself. How will you even live with yourself?
Oh yes...? In-indeed? I mean-- so long as you are no longer some sort of psycho-killer monster, well-- I don't see how anyone can hold it against you... I mean: I do think that there's something to be said for knowing oneself, after all! :: Tommy Banner here, after all, is ALSO a bit of a monster, really: a man who actually shot his kid sister in the head when she professed being too scared to do it herself, and then-- oh my, and THEN, he made an effort to take out her revenge upon the world at large! ::
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For you, I mean.
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Oh. That is just fucking brilliant, Man.
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What so you feel bad so you drank shitty tequila to feel better? No. This is pure comedy gold.
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