“DON’T TRUST HIM WHEN HE MAKES THAT FACE... IT MEANS HES PLANNING SOMETHING, AND IT’S USUALLY NOT NICE.”

“yeah. usually means you’re gonna end up his new carpet.”

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE STUPID ENOUGH TO DONATE YOUR HUMAN SKIN TO OUR BOSS’ PLIGHT. OH WELL, IT’S YOUR LIFE I GUESS!”

“I wholeheartedly agree, Metta is a little bastard who needs his bolts checked!” He’s wielding a broom made out of steel in his hands, “and if he threatens anyone else, he’s gonna get the broom treatment.”

“...”

“Don’t you dare say it-”

“Spank me harder, daddy.”

“You know, Metta Dear, I do try to have as much patience with your rehabilitation into pacifism, but I feel like you make it incredibly difficult on purpose. You have so many people who believe in you and love you here... and I’m sure you have many in your home timeline, too. Why? Why do you love FIGHTing so much? Why can’t you just behave for once?”

“What’s the FUN in behaving when there’s plenty of LOVE to go around? It’s kill or be killed, and I’m not about to be killed, so you know that only leaves me with one option!”

“But it doesn’t HAVE to be that way. You can do RIGHT by people... you can grant them MERCY and love- real love, not violent LOVE.”

“It always has to be that way. There IS no other way, not one *I* would like to take. Plus, I thrive off of everyone’s suffering. My god was right! It’s so entertaining!!”

“...” Sighs.