“You can’t be serious, a snake is not some kind of toy that you freely play around with, it is a hunter, a vicious pest that lives life with only one focus, death and devastation, a violent life bathed in the shallowness of a sea of red. You can’t trust them! You can’t reason with them! They are more an enemy, than OUR actual FUCKING enemy!” Stoltz spits with venomous intent, waving his arms greet around like a child riding a roller coaster.
“You can’t seriously believe that, not after everything he did to help your own daughter escape the Whisperer’s clutches. You can’t seriously stand there and spit bile onto the ground and expect us to side with you, when we have ALL see with our own eyes, that he has sacrificed his own life for us! You! You should be ashamed of yourself Stoltz! You should be apologetic and humbled by the deeds that man has done for us, for YOU!”
Stoltz’s lips curl and his brow furrows. “I call BULLSHIT! I call BULLSHIT all day LONG! He’s a snake! He’s a snake and he’s only doing all his snaky things so he can get us to drop our guard, and then, once we’re all like, hey dude, YOU ROCK! Hey dude, YOU ARE one of US! Hey dude, can I SUCK your COCK? You’re the BEST!” he says with an overly dramatic animated flair, thrusting himself around once more.
“How can you say that? How c…”
“EASILY!” he bellows loudly, as he thrusts a hand into Damien’s face and pushes him away. “I CAN SAY ANYTHING, AND I WILL! I CAN SAY ANYTHING AND MORE, AND I WILL! FOR I CANNOT BE SILENCED! I CANNOT BE CONTROLLED! I WILL SAY WHAT I WANT, WHEN I WANT TO, ABOUT WHAT I WANT, AND IF THAT DOESN’T SIT WITH YOU, THEN YOU CAN TURN THE FUCK AROUND AND GET OUT OF MY KINGDOM!” he roars with pointed fingers aimed at the doors.
“May I interject?” a raspy voice asks from elsewhere in the room, causing all eyes to fall on a shadowed corner of the room from which a snake slithers out from.
“YOU CAN NOT!” Stoltz spits.
The snake lets out a hiss as it curls itself into a coil and harmonises its hiss while a plentiful echo of repeated hisses reverberate from other various points in the room.
“W-W-What manner of lunacy takes p-place now?” Stoltz stammers as his eyes search the room, as more snakes make their presence know, until a hundred or more surround them.
“I feel that was not the answer I desired, so I will ask again,” the snake asks as its eyes narrow and its lips curl. “May I interject?”
Stoltz grits his teeth with clenched aggression, spitting a fine mist with each thrusting breath. “SEE!” he seethes, “SEE HOW THE SNAKE SHOWS ITS TRUE COLOURS! SEE!” he roars.
“I’m fairly sure it’s the shedding of one’s skin that is plentifully referenced when referring to the wayward philanthropies of the honest household snake, which of course we are not. Of course none of this really matters in the end,” he hisses with a wry grin across his lips as they are engulfed by a sea of snakes. “For a snake, if obviously in the end a snake!”
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