Are you a bitch? Maybe. But at least you're a high bitch now, and your wobbly-as-fuck ass comes tottering into this land- one you've never seen before, by the way- just in time to hear glass horn scream some nonsense about hurrying up and all that jazz. Blah, blah. Whatever. You're tired of her bullshit. Even though you're self-appointed general, and have taken to telling everyone as much, you're 100% certain that she still hasn't taken it upon her royal pain in the ass self to make it official. So why do you stick around? Why not. It's amusing to watch and see how bad she can screw everything up. Besides, the other lesbian has to be around here somewhere and... to be honest, you just want to try and bite her again.

Of course, there are other considerations... minor, minor considerations. Snowflake. You tell yourself you need to stick around just to make sure she keeps her big mouth shut. Nobody needs to know anything about what happened to you. At all. You're probably lying to yourself. The real truth is probably more that you think of her as a little sister and you absolutely refuse to let anyone take advantage of her. She might think she can take care of herself, but you know better. She needs you around. See. Lying to yourself.

And speak of the devil, of course. As you approach you find Snowflake, just as frosted as the last time you met with her. Weren't you all a little high? You don't really remember, to be honest. Whatever. “Kind of ugly, isn't it?” you say as you toss your slightly drooly head this way and that, motioning at the surroundings. Yeah, you're an asshole. And you said it just to be an asshole. But Golden Boy probably figured that out when you jumped on Hector not so long ago... whoops. And the lesbian? She figured that out the day she met you. Maybe you can bite her a few more times and get her pissed off again- maybe this time she'll even be angry enough to rip your soul right from your body. Wishful thinking. But you can hope.

And then, because you're kind of a jerk and maybe, just maybe, you kind of forgot about Lace Face until right this second... you look backwards. She's got to be back there somewhere, right? You dragged her from the beach, after all, and you're kind of big... how lost could she have gotten?