Uh… Pop’s gone to lie down for a tic. What did ya f̴͎̜̆e̶̡͖̾c̴̃͜͝k̷̟̯͗ȩ̷̙̿͘r̶̲̍ṡ̷͇̄ say to Him?!
(Anti looks back at the recordings of the previous conversations.)
Well, damn. That’s certainly a can o’ worms alright…
Maybe I can keep yas company fer now while the Ol’ Man is… indisposed, He’d call it.
(He gives a bright smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and jiggles with nervous energy.)
I was demon-ized by some rando who left me fer dead in some shithole warehouse in the middle a’ buttfuck n̶͙̪̾o̷͎̜̅ẅ̷͉̯́̋h̸̬́ȩ̵̑r̸̺͑̅e̶̱͗.
And, y’know the Big Boss Man was just passin’ through. I felt His presence with my new demon-y senses an’ called out to Him.
We talked. I didn’t wanna be alone, and He didn’t neither.
And that was basically it. We been fam’ly ever since.
Oh… and before I forget…
Tell Meg she still owes me five quid for that time I kicked her arse at Mario Kart. Princess still won’t give it to me.
(Meg, from elsewhere in their home: “YOU CHEATED, YOU GLITCHY LITTLE FUCK!”)
Ĭ̶̖ ̸̛̰̯͘d̵̨̻̂i̸̮̥͋n̴̯̿̌n̷͇͑͘ḁ̵̄e̵̘̓!̸̘̩̌ It’s not my fault you SUCK at racing games!