Gaze upon my new swagger. My devotion has rewarded me. There are privileges afforded to a servant who survives long enough to become useful. Not merely tolerated, mind you. Recognized. Refined. Sharpened into something presentable. I have walked through civilizations that no longer possess names. I have stood in parlors built atop the cooled ashes of grand ideas and listened to dying men insist their empires were eternal right before the lights went out. Such experiences leave an impression upon a gentleman. One learns posture. Timing. The value of immaculate presentation in the aftermath of catastrophe. You mistake ornamentation for vanity. Common error. These little embellishments are commemorative in nature. Each adjustment, each polished detail, each impossible thread woven into this ensemble represents a concluded inconvenience. A silenced rebellion. A door opened precisely when it ought to have remained shut. Lord Caliborn appreciates results. And I do so enjoy being appreciated. Upon my many rewards, my status as the honored and appreciated narrative force has been returned. Thank you, @caliBorn.
I DON'T LIKE THAT SOMETHING GOOD HAPPENED TO YOU. IT SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED TO ME INSTEAD.
HOWEVER. IT CANNOT BE DENIED. THAT YOU HAVE EARNED YOUR MEANINGLESS TOKEN. THROUGH UNFLINCHING HARSHNESS. NOR THAT YOUR FLASHY PIECE OF SHIT. LOOKS PRETTY COOL.
TOuCHING. OLD SCRATCH. TOuCHING.
ALREADY DONE. AND I'M KEEPING THE BALL. WHETHER OR NOT YOU CAN FIND A WAY TO FORGIVE ME. FOR MY INSUFFICIENT BUXOMNESS. #ITDISAPPOINTSMEASWELL #IMAKEUPFORITINHARLOTRY
:o) Congratulations, Mr. Scratch. :o) It is good to see you once more.