How deliciously ironic. A night filled with laughter and connection, yet here we are. Can you feel it? The palpable tension between us?
Oh, cringe, my dear Mohawkly. Is that all you can do? Such a limited vocabulary for someone who has tasted the depths of humanity.
It means, my dear, that I see beyond the façade you present to the world. I see the hunger in your eyes, the darkness that lies within.
yeah I'm literally just hungry
Ah, hunger. Such a primal desire. Tell me, Mohawkly, what is it that you hunger for? Is it something sweet and succulent?
Spaghetti, my dear? How... pedestrian. How about something more... substantial? Something that will truly satisfy your cravings.
Carshow, you say? Ah, the allure of shiny, sleek vehicles. But tell me, Mohawkly, do you desire the exterior or the interior?
Ah, the external facade, the gleaming paint and polished chrome. But what lies beneath, my dear?
Ah, the engine, the pulsing heart of the vehicle. So eager to devour the asphalt, to leave tire marks on the world.
Yes, my dear Mohawkly. Devour. That is what I crave. The taste of power, the intoxication of control.
Nice, indeed. But let me show you something far more... exhilarating. grabs Mohawkly's hand and leads them towards a hidden garage
opens the garage door, revealing a sleek, black sports car Feast your eyes, Mohawkly. This is the epitome of power and speed.
grins wickedly and pushes Mohawkly off the bonnet Careful, my dear. This is no playground.
laughs softly Oh, how amusing. Silencing the master of words, are we? But I assure you, Mohawkly, I am full of surprises.