C:~ It really is getting on my nerves to observe how people bend to the will of this indigo buffoon. The self-proclaimed god of machinery spent a couple of sweeps fruitlessly rummaging through the bowels of my battleship. And I, humiliated, insulted and stripped of any privacy, had no choice but to hope that the gaze behind those glasses - intense though it was, yet lacking in intelligence - would fail to notice the alteration in the code. The Saboteur wasn't a threat, but surely a nuisance. I wish he stayed dead.<
Kult: +7
Total: 7