The Puppet's smirk simply widens. This guy's sheer annoyance is frankly fucking hilarious. He also has a sword, though, and he hasn't forgotten that. If things get hairy, he can always fuck off and disappear downstairs again, get lost in the real sucker of a crowd down there.
"I make movies." Again he adopts an insufferable tone of voice that might best be equated with a preschool teacher explaining that two plus two equals four. "Mooooo-vies. Moving pictures, to you. Don't suppose you have anything like that back home. That's real art, you know."
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"I make movies." Again he adopts an insufferable tone of voice that might best be equated with a preschool teacher explaining that two plus two equals four. "Mooooo-vies. Moving pictures, to you. Don't suppose you have anything like that back home. That's real art, you know."