I love how I’m the goddamn spotlighter, but Rachel insists on sitting right next to me, not only blocking my full range of movement to operate the spot, but she constantly tells me what to do, when to use the spot, how to operate the damn thing, etc. I know how to operate Sylas, thank you very much, and I don’t need your help to follow someone with a spot, nor do I need your help to fix a spot on someone stationary. This is my job, sweetheart. Wait until next Thursday when it’ll be your job to operate the spot how you see fit.
Also, HAHAH Bill, you totally owe me one because I gave you that five dollars I found. Oh, and you think I’m not gonna call you on the debt. Heehee, who would pass up a chance to get an obnoxious misanthropic anarchist to do their bidding? <333
Bawww, you need to chillax, Zoe. Punch this Rachel girl in the face. She obviously doesn’t realize that you’re superior and you could kill her with your mind at any time. I suggest blinding her with the spotlight?
Also, this Bill person sounds interesting. Make him do something stupid like run around in public in a chicken costume, holding a chihuahua, saying, “I’m a pretty girl!” Something like that.
Feel better. :]
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