this is so fucked.
he scrubbed the bathtub even harder. anton never payed attention to him. he was too busy getting rejected by every girl he talked to. he didnt realise that his soul mate was here all along
he cant believe he spent the entire evening ogling at some royal bitch- they all need to get ROYALLY fucked and LEAVE. this was HIS crib. HIS fam. HIS woman- i mean his biTCH
same thign whatevtyjjhgyf
how DARE they just prance around his home and try to take everything from him? he had practically raised the two selfish snobs- their father included. that absolute man child could have never achieved anything with his pathetic life if it wasnt for nigel's guidance.
not that he succeeded. look how retarded his children turned out, even WITH nigel's help.
he scrubbed the bathtub so hard it started to leave scratches.
'mek me a sandwik' he mocked. stupid little shit. couldnt he see his sacrifices? he had never wanted to be this pathetic, yet here he was, scrubbing a shitty old bathtub instead of doing something with his life.
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SINton
Poetryso you know how the second game made no sense? well we made it make even less sense you're welcome
