"I apologize O great lord of the Dark Moon-OWOWOW!"
I stomped harder on Glasses' hands while Keith balanced a tray with coffee on his face. I wasn't exactly fond of coffee, but for some reason all the glasses wearing folks loved it.
"Forgive me, forgive me—"
"Don't move too much, glasses. You'll drop the coffee."
"I'll crush your face if that happens."
Glasses was bullied relentlessly and unfairly as Keith and I sat in the room. This guy deserved it, he most definitely did. How dare he ask me, his only fucking boss and the man who spared his life multiple times, who the fuck 'I' am.
"Look, Lord Dark Moon! I truly appreciate the fact that you are still alive. I promise I do. You do not know how overjoyed I am."
"Do I look like I need glasses to you, glasses? I notice all your lies."
"It is not! I was the most sad person while you were gone, I promise."
"Bitch, just because its dark doesn't mean I cannot see the poster you have pasted behind your table in this room."
