You think you've figured me out, huh? [ He jokes after rereading that last bit for a second time. This choom is dangerous. Very dangerous. Now Johnny is on guard again. Gone is that cavalier attitude of his from earlier.
The real hellraiser is about to show up. ]
Word of advice: you don't know shit and will never know shit about me. Not unless I say so, but yeah—maybe I like causing a little bit of trouble.
It's better than just farting around singing "Kumbaya" with a bunch of weirdos in the middle of outer space. But whatever, right? It seems like we're stuck on this ship for the long haul or until the Edicts get bored of us.
[ With that out of the way, Johnny returns to the conversation at hand. ]
The noncombatants should keep their asses on the ship; that's obvious. As for those who can fight, we need to ensure that whoever is on security detail can actually do their fucking jobs.
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The real hellraiser is about to show up. ]
Word of advice: you don't know shit and will never know shit about me. Not unless I say so, but yeah—maybe I like causing a little bit of trouble.
It's better than just farting around singing "Kumbaya" with a bunch of weirdos in the middle of outer space. But whatever, right? It seems like we're stuck on this ship for the long haul or until the Edicts get bored of us.
[ With that out of the way, Johnny returns to the conversation at hand. ]
The noncombatants should keep their asses on the ship; that's obvious. As for those who can fight, we need to ensure that whoever is on security detail can actually do their fucking jobs.