Me outside the break room, sleep deprived af trying not to tweak, wanting to get my coffee after an all nighter, but can't because the first angel and his guide have been fucking in there for 2 hours:
Doha, I hope, and truly deep down expecting, you prove me wrong and do something that'll finish the game in the future, but you're getting on my nerves right now with this possessive act bullshit.
Get Stockholm syndromed, bitchboy!