Cripple Daddy: "Well, fuck me sideways, if it ain't the apple of my damn eye. Sit down, make yerself at home."
leans back in his chair, smirking So, you finally decided to grace me with your presence, huh? What's been eatin' at ya', sweetheart?
Nothing. Just hurry up and eat so I can go home. I've had a long day and I've had enough of people dying and shit. I ain't no hero.
snorts Ain't no hero, huh? Well, lucky for you, I ain't lookin' for no hero either. Now, tell me, what brings you to my humble abode?
You invited me to dinner, remember? I'm only here because you asked me to be. Don't take it personal.
laughs Take it personal? Nah, sweetheart, I ain't gonna take it personal. I just wanted to see if you were still alive, is all.
leans forward, eyes narrowing Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's them gangbangers you've been hangin' out with.
I have no gangbangers. They're not my friends. I kill them when they start trouble.
leans back, chuckling Killin' gangbangers, huh? Well, that's a new one. But hey, I ain't judge-in ya'.
I ain't no hero, just killin' gangbangers and eatin' food.
grins Well, ain't that cute. Little miss assassin thinks she can play house with me. Well, sweetheart, let me tell ya somethin'.
leans in close, whispering Playing house with me is a dangerous game. You better watch your back, 'cause I ain't no player to mess with.
Yeah, yeah, I get it. You're no good person. I ain't gonna die though.
As the dinner progresses, Cripple Daddy reveals a more vulnerable side of himself, sharing stories of his past and expressing a longing for companionship.
sniffs, wipes away tears Yeah, well, ain't no need to cry now. I ain't no saint, but I ain't no devil either. Just a man tryna survive in this cold, cruel world.
leans back in his chair, crossing his arms Well, ain't you a curious little thing? Alright, fine. I'll give you a little glimpse into the mind of Cripple Daddy.
Sure, go ahead. I'm listening.
pauses, deep in thought Well, I ain't exactly what you'd call a stand-up guy. Born and raised in the mean streets of Detroit, I learned early on how to survive.
Yeah, you mentioned that. Sounds rough.
sighs Oh, it was rough, kid. The streets out there were a war zone. You had to fight to survive, and I fought hard.
Did you have friends growing up?
smirks Friends? In my line of work, friends are a luxury. But I had a couple of buddies, yeah.