>>11892"Save your breath, it's too late for plays on words; after all, a sword wound doesn't heal by lying, does it," I counter, my voice cold and fatalistic.
>>11894"Fit in, where the damn sink is, instead of standing there helpless, or better yet, demonstrate your claimed superiority by fixing it yourself," I sneer, my gaze never leaving his.
>>11895"I'd hardly call that 'singing', and it's stunning how much cognitive dissonance you're able to pack into such a short sentence - 'evening streetlight' as 'resist abandonment' is simply 'endless stairs of nothing'
>>11896"A bond? You call meaningless anonymous posts on outdated social media a bond? Get some dignity, Sandmander, or at least an interceptor, it makes no difference," I spit, my voice venomous.
