You sigh. Dammit, everyone in this city thinks youâre a SCARY MOTHERFUCKER. Why couldnât they just leave you alone instead of poke you with a stick? She holds your horns all loose and light, and it is really disappointing. Maybe sheâll give you the honors, at least. You just hope that she wonât torment you any longer, because youâve been through enough of that.
  On second thought, you earned the torture by being an eyesore and you shouldnât be requesting anything.
[ â ] TAVROS: i WANNA RIP THEM OFF BECAUSE, tHEY ARE NOTHING BUT ANNOYING, aND STUPID, [ â ] TAVROS: i COULDNâT GET INTO MY RECUPERACOON, aND SLEEP AT NIGHT, bECAUSE OF THESE, [ â ] TAVROS: i TRIED TO RIP OFF MY FAKE LEGS EARLIER, bUT i WAS TOO PATHETIC, sO, cOULD YOU GET THOSE TOO,Â
Sure thing, right away! Eiko Carolâs Dismemberment Hotline, at your service! ...
... This time, her fists clench around his horns, but itâs not out of impending de-horn-ment on her part. More like sheâs angry and clenching her fists, which happen to still be wrapped around this dudeâs kind-of-oversized-now-that-she-gets-a-better-look-at-them horns.
âSo?â Big deal, she thinks, shrugging off the jargon she doesnât understand, because what even was a rebuker raccoon? Judging from this guyâs ramblings, he could probably do with out a raccoon that did nothing but rebuke him, anyways. âIf you couldnât get your legs, what makes you think you can get your horns, huh?â As if to prove her point, she gives the horn sheâs got a grip on a few good tugs. Nope, not going anywhere. âAnd whatâd your legs even do to deserve that, anyways!â










