@hypellion
“uh, duh! what do you think, dumbass?” of course tyreen had left him in charge of watching the guy. as if he didn’t have anything better to do, which, granted he wouldn’t have gotten down to writing her next speech JUST yet, but alas. anything was better than listening to this incessant whining. denial. is what this was. denial that they had overpowered him, leaving him here at the mercy of him and his sister and whomever else they throw into the mix. their followers were capable of absolutely anything, were they told to do so, after all.
for now, however. “so yeah, you can keep whinin’ about it-- don’t worry, it’s all bein’ filmed and saved just in case. i’m thinking of making a montage out of it, that’d be pretty freakin’ cool, don’t you think?” troy grins, waving the metal contraption that serves for an arm around. “or--- and this wasn’t my idea, ugh, i wouldn’t have bothered with it, BUT--- you can cooperate with us and lend us some of your weapons and shit and who knows--- we might even let you out of this crappy cage once in a while.”
