"You really area weird one," I said, trying to evaluate his values, "Are you not more concerned about your little love, and how she's a fucking bully?"
"If she really did that," he explained, "which I highly doubt, then she probably had a good enough excuse!"
"That's how bullies are born, my man," I said, "It's a shame, that the supposed 'heroes', the saviors of mankind, are this ignorant of what life is like for those that are less fortunate."
"Less fortunate?" he seemed to get worked up with that one, "Do you have the slightest clue, about what I had to go through?"
"No," I admitted, "Enlighten me."
"Very well!" he crossed his arms, which probably was quite painful, "It all started two years ago. My downfall," he paused for dramatic effect, I could tell he's used to telling this story, "and it was all thanks to you! You, the lowest of the low. If it wasn't for you, nothing of this sort would've happened!"
