[A number of explanations come to the front of his mind, dance momentarily on his lips and then die before before he can get them out. Does it even really matter how they got here? Instead, he gives a short, agitated laugh. The sound is harsh enough that it makes his microphone peak.]
There's no misunderstanding here and I'm not apologising for shit. He's fucked up. He's the one who messed with me.
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[A number of explanations come to the front of his mind, dance momentarily on his lips and then die before before he can get them out. Does it even really matter how they got here? Instead, he gives a short, agitated laugh. The sound is harsh enough that it makes his microphone peak.]
There's no misunderstanding here and I'm not apologising for shit. He's fucked up. He's the one who messed with me.