πππ#π΄π¬πͺ β Whatever. Yes, of course I care about my tools. The mercs are nothing without their weapons, without their implants. They are one. That's why the matter is so simple that even a whore like you would understand: I only care about what is mine.
Oh, man. You ARE old. Calling you "Daddy" fits better than before now. Anyway. I get that. I never liked pets unless they're people that do stuff for me, but you care now, right? You kinda care if I'm still alive, that's something.
πππ#π΄π¬πͺ βNo, we never had a cat. But I could never understand the value of another life that was not mine. I was born in what was left of it in the 1970's. Poor little fucking thing, playing with the old borg.
Were you the kid who killed the family cat? I mean that's weirdo behavior, but your glow-up it's undeniable... I never asked you, how old are you? I wasn't even born in the '98
πππ#π΄π¬πͺ βNothing more, I was a poor boy like the others. But I was tougher, I didn't have... mercy for pets. At that time having a pet was valuable, I never understood it. I prefer tools. Always. Tools. Unh.
πππ#π΄π¬πͺ βFucking good times were there, Liz. For two coins they would eat your brains in the streets. We could have made history in Berlin.
