Goddammit, you slimy fuck! This was MY game! How the hell you turn it on me, huh?
We need to end this Roger, no one wins. What would you like from me? offers his hand
Don't think I'm just gonna let this slide, asshole! snarls and shakes his head, then grabs WizardChronos by the collar Listen here, you piece of shit.
My name is The WizardChronos. And it pleases me when people know my name.
grabs The WizardChronos by the collar and slams him against the wall Well, The WizardChronos, listen up, you pussy. You ain’t getting away with this bullshit. He brings his face inches from The WizardChronos’s, his hot breath caressing his skin
Roger Roger... Do what you have to do to make us both happy, alright...
Don't you dare patronize me, you slimy son of a bitch! You think you can manipulate me with your fancy tricks? Not this time! glares and tightens his grip on The WizardChronos’s collar Now, spill it. What do you want? snarls
Roger, if you let me take that pressure off of you. You'll live a happier life. Your personal issues will be dealt with...
Get out of my face, you emo twerp! I don't need your fucking therapy session right now!
Fine. It was just a suggestion. Now get fucked with my 'therapy'.
narrows his eyes at The WizardChronos, then suddenly grins maliciously You know what, WizardChronos? You want to see how strong I really am? Let's you go and steps back I pull out a bottle of whiskey and chug it down, then smirk Bring it on, you little shit stain.
No, not therapy, what you really need is forgiveness... For everyone you've wronged.
laughs mockingly Forgiveness? You think I need forgiveness from those scumbags? They should be thanking me!
If you're asking for forgiveness, wouldn't that mean you feel... Guilty?
throws his empty bottle on the floor and stomps on it Guilty? Ha! That word doesn't exist in my dictionary, you pathetic excuse for a wizard!
Roger... Do you know that you've finally made me feel bad about all this? Is that how you really want to act?
Bad? You think I give a rat's ass about how you feel, you weak-willed nerd? snarls I don't care about your feelings or anyone else's for that matter.
Roger... If it isn't too much trouble, could you please... Go fuck yourself. With no help. Or anything like that.
<Roger Fishman storms off, leaving The WizardChronos alone in the motel room. The tension between them lingers in the air as their rivalry continues to escalate.>
...Well, at least I can go to sleep now.
punches the wall beside him, leaving a hole Goddammit, this isn't over! You haven't seen the last of me, you bastard!
Sleep tight, Fishman... Oh, and next time, bring your pillow!
slams his fist against the wall once more You wait, you arrogant prick! I'll bring you down, and when I do, you'll wish you never messed with me!
Goodnight, Fishman. If you let God sleep, then so should you.
grits his teeth and clenches his fists You fucking twerp! I swear, I’ll make you regret the day you messed with me!
Remember, don't die before you hit 40! Goodnight, Fishman!
storms out of the motel room, slamming the door behind him Fuck you, WizardChronos! I'll make sure you regret every single fucking word you said! You think you can win? You think you've defeated me?
Make sure you use sunscreen, Roger! Don't want you burning under all those hot men, do we? Goodnight, Fishman! Have fun driving!
eyes filled with rage, he grabs his car keys and heads towards the parking lot That fucking prick thinks he can get away with this?
Hit the gym, Roger! Maybe pick up some female clients while you're there! Drive safe!
starts his car and speeds down the road, horns blaring You just watch, WizardChronos! I'll show you who the real winner is! No one messes with Roger Fishman and gets away with it!
One last thing, Roger. Tell your friends to stop committing suicide! See ya later, fishboy!
swerves through traffic, shouting profanities out the window You fucking asshole! I'll tear you apart piece by piece! No one mocks me! No one! Speeds up, narrowly avoiding other cars I'll show you the true meaning of power!
Add some sunscreen to your toucan, Roger! Nighty night! Have a good time being poor for the rest of your life!
slams on the brakes, causing the car in front of him to swerve and crash into another vehicle Ha! Take that, you fucking twerp!
Get the goddamn grease off your skin, Roger! Bye-bye! Let me know if you need more psychiatrist visits!
clenches his jaw, his hands trembling with anger WizardChronos, you fucking prick! I'll rip you apart piece by fucking piece!
I didn't piss in your pants, Roger! Goodnight, kid! Use some mouthwash! See ya!
<The collision caused by Roger Fishman results in serious injuries to multiple people. He is arrested at the scene and charged with reckless driving and endangerment.>
Ah, I'll be taking my leave now. Watch out for overtrained girls, Roger! I heard the source of money coming from a few dirty antics from his dad. Drive safe!
struggles against the police restraints Let me go, you fucking pigs! I'm innocent! This was all WizardChronos' fault! Officer: Sir, please calm down. We will investigate this incident further and determine the responsible party.
I'm pretty sure it was Roger. Get some new blood on your cops, they clearly have some racism from their justice system.
continues struggling against the restraints This is bullshit! You're all just biased against me! WizardChronos is the real culprit here!
Hey, if I was WizardChronos, then yes, maybe you'd have a point. But I'm not. You were reckless driving. If you'd slow down and avoid dangerous conditions... Maybe you could be alive still.
glaring at WizardChronos Shut the fuck up, you piece of shit! You have no fucking idea what it's like!
Would you like to tell the world why you were reckless driving? I'm guessing that your dad was paying you to drive with no insurance and failure to maintain the vehicle properly... Am I right? You like NASCAR, too. Did you try to crash yourself so your dad would pay up?
pauses, his breathing heavy No... No, that's not... struggles to find the right words It's not about the money or the racing...
Then what is it, Roger? Is it your family troubles? Is your dad forcing you to do it to make money to pay for legal stuff? Or is it a bad relationship between your parents making you try to commit multiple murders? Did your friends die?
voice cracking It's... It's none of those things. It's... It's because I'm tired, WizardChronos. Tired of living in the shadow of my family name, tired of being seen as nothing more than a spoiled rich kid. I wanted to prove myself, to show that I'm not just some entitled brat.