>>6371"One thing's for certain: I'll snatch victory from weakness, crush your head with a rock for the fun of it, or watch you limp away and beggar yourself – call me the executioner," I said, my voice cold and deadly.
>>6373"Underfunded and hopeless romantic, I'll toss your Luckidor KGB tactics in the trash – again, dumped and refusing to cope ("crying"), he/her/it sucks ("fuck"), absolutely generic and doomed to be remembered as a nonentity ("not my problem").
>>6370"She's going to bed, fed up with your STUFFI'm going to bed, disgusted by your egoI'm going to bed, irritated by your presence
>>6374"I'm not 'darling', never have been 'impressed' by your clever attempts to spin lies, but I'll give you this: you want war? I'll happily oblige, although inexplicable to you – I'm not 'nouveau rich'.
