I wanna spend time spending time on spending time

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

The cockiness and the easy defeat and the dismissing the player because they're a child and he's a grown-up doesn't make sense on a seasoned mob boss, but it would make more sense on an early 20s yakuza heir first foray into the family business. He's allowed to do business on behalf of his family, but he doesn't have to worry about consequences because he's not in charge of anything major yet. If it turns out he's bad at crimes he could just be a pokemon trainer.

But then Silver happened and he had to take a real hard look at what he's doing and if his life is one he wants to pass on. Maybe take a break from Team Rocket to think it through. This man knows how to lie and charm, if he wants Silver to join the family business the kid has zero option; but instead he said the exact things necessary to turn his son away from crimes forever. He himself chose to fully commit to organized crime, and this is where we get the ambitious supervillainry that spawns Team Rainbow Rocket, because when he truly dedicate himself to it, he's horrifyingly good at being a mob boss.

Choke. Just think about it, seriously. Think about what choking is and imagine speaking while it’s happening. That would fuckin’ hurt, man.

Hiss. Look, it’s just not possible, okay? No matter how “evil” you want your character to seem.

Snarl. Animals snarls. The Beast from Beauty and the Beast snarls. The Hulk snarls. You know who doesn’t snarl? PEOPLE WHEN THEY’RE SPEAKING.

Shriek. Come on, 99% of the time, “shriek” is not the word you want.Let’s face it: if you put an exclamation point at the end of the sentence, your reader gets the picture. Don’t bring to mind banshees and screaming toddlers.

Hiss is a low, threatening whisper. Raw, guttural, vicious. It is NOT a literal hiss like an animal, it is a tone of voice that serves the same function. Someone will hiss that they’re going to cut your throat- a message from one person to the other.

Snarl is the same kind of thing. Not literal, it’s a tone of voice that serves the same function. It’s raw and gutteral like a hiss, but more savage than vicious. It’s loud, it’s showy, it’s intimidating. It’s very alpha male, big man, look at how fucking dangerous I am. I’ll take ALL of you on. Even if they’re snarling at one person in particular, nobody better back them up or they’re gonna get fucked up too.

Shriek. Come on, seriously? We’ve all heard people shriek either in fear or outrage. High pitched, loud, out of control, feminine. Men can shriek, but it’s funny and emasculating. Think angry italian women throwing pots and pans or ladies on tables who just saw a mouse.

And one of the two salesmen said "Well, surely, you would not--"

And the emperor continued, "and they would tell everyone what my dick and balls look like? They would proclaim it from the rooftops as, being fools, they would lack the better judgement to know such details would be better kept to themselves? And all the peasants and lords would then know every detail of my aging scrotum?"

"But surely, your highness," the other salesman said, "in your wisdom you can see, with your own eyes, that these silks are of such incredible quality, that such minor embarrassment would be minimal compared to how distinguished you would appear to the worthy?"

You get there and not everyone you knew back then is also there. Some people were lost in the famine and wars and disasters, as was inevitable. Some simply died of old age. But you are there, and whoever's still alive is also there, and you're going to see this damn thing to completion, damnit.

You have no idea what you'll find on the probes. Perhaps it will be a miracle. Perhaps it'd be the start of something you'll need to finish. Perhaps it'd be a single message informing you that there was fuck-all to find on Tau Ceti, actually, and the entire thing was a colossal waste of time, money and lives.

There are video logs on the hard disks. And all sorts of recordings. You find out only one of the three astronauts survived the coma, which is not good to put it mildly, but at least the guy who survived is the one who was kinda really vital for the whole thing, so there's that.

You know the guy. You've spoken with the guy. You've seen the guy survive on a diet of coffee and candy. The guy was basically the second-in-command to the whole circus on the Stratt's Vat and somehow seemed to not even be aware of it. You can't help but wonder if the guy could really pull this off.

You watch the guy struggle with an amnesia. You watch the guy meet a fucking alien. You watch the fucking alien move into the ship and the guy is not just letting it, he's actively helping build it an habitat.

You watch the guy bitch and moan about the fucking alien. You watch them bicker and stumble around the uncharted territory of a shared mission. You watch the guy stop bitching and moaning about the fucking alien. You watch them messing around and singing bloody karaoke.

You watch them risk their lives for one another.

The guy used to be friendly but reserved, back then. People were hooking up left and right, and the guy seemed confused at best and uncomfortable at worst, when facing that fact. The guy's reaction to the implication he was hooking up with his commanding officer was a resolute "Are You All Out Of Your Flippin' Minds". The guy was told one of the reasons he was going to be sent last minute on that ship was because of his lack of any significant emotional connection with anybody.

You watch the way the guy slowly starts to change, and how he acts and talks and smiles and looks at the fucking alien. The guy is staring at that thing in a way that suggest he is gunning for first place in the 'yearner of whatever fucking relativistic year it is in space' competition. The guy is looking at the fucking alien like the fucking alien has hung every single star in the cosmos.

You look around because you think you might be losing your mind. Is everyone else watching this shit? Is any of this real? What the fuck is going on? Hello??? Am I going insane???

Then the guy's last message tells you he's going back to the fucking alien, actually. Have fun with the solution I gave you to save the sun. I'm gonna go save my fucking alien, see you. Or not. Because I'm going to die to save the fucking alien, by choice.

And you sit there and you have to reckon with the fact that the power of friendship and whatever mushy shit the guy feels for the fucking alien is going to save your entire fucking planet.