𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐍.

miss my wife like a motherfucker

somethin’s in the air.

he’s hardly paid them any mind. they’ve been gathering all day. he figures there’s something shiny in his shack somewhere that caught their eye.

polishing his shotgun. yawn.

/ yeah lol it’s because i’m epic

/ bro i already left this plane in my force field (UNBREAKABLE)

/ i literally said no miss

/ im also invisible rn completely undetectable NO MISS and im dodging super fast and im not scared ao im fine actually

/ im literally dodging rn

/ oh i’ll dodge then i actually can dodge at the speed of light and never miss btw

/ do you know how many visions i have

/ …….i could beat that

/ it’s ok everyone forgets gore 💔 (even me)

/ what do i have to beat.

. . . i could uh, come down, i guess. i’d appreciate it.

/ i have 17 though lolz

/ I HAVE ONE FANTASY ONE ACTUALLY

effectively has not left his cabin in weeks — he looks like shit, and feels worse.

oh.

maybe, then. i dunno. haven’t seen a doctor.

lungs, unfortunately.

hacking.

he is quite literally going to retreat to his shack and cry to his dog after this.

yer very funny, mister.

do i look like someone with an alive wife?

but i guess? i hardly go down there, why would i know? don’t even think i count as part of that settlement.

. . . that’s my fuckin’ dog, dipshit. her name’s pockets. she’s a good dog. you’d be surprised, though. those folks are messy.

you just ( look like it, * ) fuck if i know.

figures.

yeah, that’s what i said too, few months ago. now i’ve got this shack. the little lady liked it here, so i stayed.

you look like a bounty hunter.

oh. yer one of those bounty hunter types, huh?

i stay in the mountains for a reason. i don’t intend on botherin’ most of you folks. dunno how i’m lookin’ at ya, mister.

[ he’s kind of just staring. blank. for a moment, his eyes give the illusion of vague disappointment. ]

. . . you got an issue with my hobbies?

y’don’t like my company?