It's just Reverb's game, Axel. It's not yours. He's sending me, he knows that's what happening. He might scold me for taking your work or reward me for doing a good job and both is equally creepy, but neither has anything to do with you.
I don't think Jerrie really remembers who I am either, but she and Josh are sweet as always. What are you having for dinner?
I'll make it quick. No cruelty in your name, however indirect. Promise.
He's such a petty little psycho. I hate him so much. More than I have Wells and Zoom.
She remembers you. Babbles about you a lot. Her big brother with the glasses and poorly ears. I'm attempting to cook so odds are, we're eating whatever Mark bings in.
Remember when we used to just talk about normal stuff? Films? TV? Music?
Kick his ass. I mean we both know how hard to can throw a punch so just go at him. That whole God bullshit is all a show. He doesn't have the balls to use it.
I can make poptarts, toaster waffles and cup noodles. That's my ace in the hole, you know? Quick and easy.
I'm not good either. It's cool. As long as I keep my family happy.
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