("This again?..." kind of voice)“First, let’s get past the boring stuff, (Bored bla bla bla kind of tone) ‘you don’t know what you’re doing. How could you do this? Do you know who I and or we are? You’ll pay for this’ Etc. etc. It may come to a surprise to you that if I didn’t know what I was doing you wouldn’t be here to trade because we would all be collected. I don’t do this because I can it’s because there needs to be rules. If we don’t have those, we die. I don’t know you but I know where you come from. I won’t pay for this because this is literally my job description. Now for my questions.” I let a few moments pass to build up tension. (Silly) “Do you prefer peaches, pears or apples?”

(Narration style) Rust, mold, natural life. These things have been constructed by mother nature to bring the earth back to its natural state. This is how she reclaims her home. What happens when you piss her off enough that she decides to take it a step further? Hurricanes? Blizzards? Earthquakes? How about a plague? Time and time again we poke at her and each time she develops a new horror to keep us in place. Again and again we taunt her even more, trying to tame her with technology and science. Some say that she doesn’t make mistakes. But if we were made by her, were we the first to disrupt her streak? Or are we part of her plan?

“Oh, he’s scary. Isn’t he scary, Quin? I feel like he can use the force of a ton of TNT from his punch to go through. Maybe I should turn on the defense option to give his face a nice tan for being so understanding that I’m doing my job?” I caressed the red button like you would a lover’s cheek. He bounded his head off and sat with the girl, still crying and put his arm around her. I turned on the defense option and tossed an apple core at it to show them that it would vaporize anything it touches.