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Arlington: Summer Afternoons
I utilize my lunch break to pay a visit to Pyg. Luckily, I stuffed the armor in my trunk before I left for work. Man, in this heat, I may need to get a shower after this. It rarely gets above 75 in Gotham, except for that summer during the whole Holiday Killer case, but this suit is like wearing two comforters at all times.
I park where Pyg can't see me. There, I change into the armor. When I walk up, he, with legs spread agape, is sitting in the corner of the cage. When I get within his field of vision, he shoots up and leans against the barred walls. His butt is sticking out with his face in between the rails of his prison. He disgusts me. "Didn't expect to see you here, sexy."
"Shut up."
"I was talking to my reflection in your new armor. You didn't like the adjustments I made to the last on-"
"SHUT UP!"
"I thought you looked dashing."
"The fuck is with the cages?.... and that?"
"Mother! I can-- I know! I can handle-- okay! These are where the misbehaving dollies go."
"Dollies? What the fuck is that thing I'm staring at?"
"My dollatrons, my minions."He starts dropping to the floor. "my children," and the he shoots back up. "My masterpieces!"
"You victims?! Those were people whose lives you ruined, you sicko!"
"They were beautiful! Perfect! Okay, you don't have to nag at every detail! They were my creations!"
"What the fuck? Who are you talking to? What the fuck is THAT?"
He stares at the mannequin thing and yells, "STOP IT!!!!"
I step up to the cage and grab his shirt collar. "You stop it right this fucking moment! What the fuck is that thing?!"
I throw him against the back wall. With tears in his eyes, he drops to his knees while pulling his hair in frustration."THAT'S MOTHER!!! GET ME OUT OF THE SAME ROOM AS HER!"
"...the fu--"
"She's always undermining me! Always saying my stuff is shit! This is a masterpiece, mother! You don't know the first thing about art!!!" He starts tearing off his apron and shirt. "You're right! I am a pig! Look at me and my fat! You made me like this! I'm a pig because of you, you fat whore! Oinkity oink!"
I don't know what the fuck is going on... what is this?! I'm getting out of here... This... I can't... no... I walk off while he's in the heat of the argument with his mother... who he has made as a mannequin thing... I'm not waiting to see how this ends...
Arlington: Summer Afternoons
I utilize my lunch break to pay a visit to Pyg. Luckily, I stuffed the armor in my trunk before I left for work. Man, in this heat, I may need to get a shower after this. It rarely gets above 75 in Gotham, except for that summer during the whole Holiday Killer case, but this suit is like wearing two comforters at all times.
I park where Pyg can't see me. There, I change into the armor. When I walk up, he, with legs spread agape, is sitting in the corner of the cage. When I get within his field of vision, he shoots up and leans against the barred walls. His butt is sticking out with his face in between the rails of his prison. He disgusts me. "Didn't expect to see you here, sexy."
"Shut up."
"I was talking to my reflection in your new armor. You didn't like the adjustments I made to the last on-"
"SHUT UP!"
"I thought you looked dashing."
"The fuck is with the cages?.... and that?"
"Mother! I can-- I know! I can handle-- okay! These are where the misbehaving dollies go."
"Dollies? What the fuck is that thing I'm staring at?"
"My dollatrons, my minions."He starts dropping to the floor. "my children," and the he shoots back up. "My masterpieces!"
"You victims?! Those were people whose lives you ruined, you sicko!"
"They were beautiful! Perfect! Okay, you don't have to nag at every detail! They were my creations!"
"What the fuck? Who are you talking to? What the fuck is THAT?"
He stares at the mannequin thing and yells, "STOP IT!!!!"
I step up to the cage and grab his shirt collar. "You stop it right this fucking moment! What the fuck is that thing?!"
I throw him against the back wall. With tears in his eyes, he drops to his knees while pulling his hair in frustration."THAT'S MOTHER!!! GET ME OUT OF THE SAME ROOM AS HER!"
"...the fu--"
"She's always undermining me! Always saying my stuff is shit! This is a masterpiece, mother! You don't know the first thing about art!!!" He starts tearing off his apron and shirt. "You're right! I am a pig! Look at me and my fat! You made me like this! I'm a pig because of you, you fat whore! Oinkity oink!"
I don't know what the fuck is going on... what is this?! I'm getting out of here... This... I can't... no... I walk off while he's in the heat of the argument with his mother... who he has made as a mannequin thing... I'm not waiting to see how this ends...