"Going off the grid alone? I am sorry, but did you think I won't figure out what you're doing?"
If god.
And hear me out here.
If god had a machine that could purely annoy people on a rate of one to ten, and like, we set it on eleven. Would it be possible to be more insufferable than that machine itself?
I say yes.
And that very more insufferable being was in front of my eyes, making every breath taxing.
"Miss Irina, what do you want?" I asked.
Were her words that annoying? Her actions? I didn't know. But I did know that she was a fucking loser. If there was a race for losers alone, she would come second, because that's how much of a loser she was.
"I am here to keep an eye on you, Eugene Hall," said Irina Lester. Maybe she wasn't as annoying, but her waterlogged ganglion of a brain had managed to annoy me to no extent.
