Oh, I'm flattered you'd think that you'd be the subject of my coping mechanisms. But the truth is, I'm just a bastard through and through. Honestly, I thought you'd know this by now.

[His tone is calm and flat as he speaks. He stands up a little straighter, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side.

You're a real cunt, John, you know that? I mean, I knew you were always a bastard, but do you truly not have anything better to do than try and provoke people to have an excuse to get mad?

No. No he does not. Really, at this stage, the voices are just pathetic.]

Are you good at darts, then?