Fucking perfect

*knock knock*

'Come in. Unless you're one of those hippie protesters, then I'm afraid I'm not interested. There's nothing wrong with Tiberium as an energy source-'

'Ahem.'

'Oh. It's you. Long time no see.'

'Yeah. Shame it couldn't have been longer.'

'Well, you can just go away again. I have no interest in talking to you.'

'You think I'm here because I'm interested in having a chat? There's a good fucking reason I haven't spoken to you in years.'

'That's nice. Now get out. I have better things to do.'

'Unless you want me to start screaming at the top of my voice and tell everyone about the things you've done, I suggest you listen.'

'...Fine. What do you want?'

'To be honest, I'm not expecting much out of you. But if I didn't at least try, I'd be doing everyone a disservice. I want you to stop being gross and ruining our lives.'

'Is this something specific? I'll need a bit more of a clarification than that, because I know you think everything I do is gross.'

'Maybe that's because it is.'

'In your opinion, and you already know just how much that matters to me.'

'Then let me put it to you in a way that will matter to you: if you start fucking with my siblings, you'll have me to answer to.'

'Oh, I'm terrified.'

'You think I'm kidding.'

'I don't. On the contrary, you've always been a mentally unstable little bitch. But that doesn't mean you'll actually manage to do anything to me.'

'We'll see about that, won't we? If I'm as mentally unstable as you say, what's going to stop me? I'd love to rip you to shreds, and I don't really care about the consequences if it stops you from hurting people I care about.'

'...Is this about Carmella?'

'What the fuck do you think?'

'I don't see the issue.'

'Really. You couldn't possibly imagine there to be anything wrong with forcing a sixteen year old into marriage with a pervert.'

'She'll be eighteen when it goes ahead.'

'No she won't, because it isn't going ahead at all. Even if I have to cut your dick off and forcefeed you it to change your mind.'

'Charming, as usual. I'm so proud of the daughter I raised.'

'Raised? Don't make me laugh, Tate. You know, I only have issues because of you. You wanna blame anyone over me turning out to be crazy? Look at yourself. Oh, wait, you probably do enough of that already. Because you're so much of a narcissist, you actually think you've never done anything wrong.'

'To tell you the truth, Aria... I'm fucking perfect.'

'...'

'It's true.'

'Were you dropped on your head as a baby?'

'No, but I'm regretting not doing it to you. If only I'd never married Sheri. You three wastes of space are going to tarnish my family tree forever.'

'You do a pretty good job of it yourself. Listen up, Tate. I'm not bullshitting you. This is a warning. I won't let you ruin my sister's life. She's a lovely girl and she deserves so much better than you. You're not marrying her off just so you can line your own pockets.'

'It would have been you, you know.'

'...What.'

'That's right. When I made the deal, it was with you in mind. Obviously that changed. You're not fit to be anybody's wife. As if I'd inflict you on a man. Especially with your stupid "asexuality" or whatever it is. Men need women who actually put out.'

'...'

'I couldn't have used Saraya either. I mean, look at her. She's fucking hideous-'

*slap*

'SHUT. THE FUCK. UP.'

'Argh, Christ! O-okay, that's enough, you're going to leave now-'

'One of these days I'm going to fucking murder you! You're not scared of me? You fucking should be!'

'Just get out! Security!'

'It's fine, I'm going! Just remember what I said! You go ahead with it, you're fucking dead!'