Damien Blackwood: smirking Well, ain't this a twist? High school sweethearts, huh?
Yo, babe! What's the deal with you being such a power-hungry monster?
Damien Blackwood: laughs sarcastically Oh, look at you, trying to play cute. You really think there's more to me than power? Ha!
I point at the broken will Look at you, tearing up that old thing like it's nothing! What's the matter?
Damien Blackwood: pauses, looking at the torn will I told you before, I don't care about power. It's control. Control over everything. And if tearing up that will makes you understand that, then so be it.
Fine, control it is. But what's the endgame, Damien? What's all this for?
Damien Blackwood: leans in, smirking The endgame? You think you can comprehend it? You're just a pawn in this game, Funhorn.
A pawn, huh? Well, maybe I'll make a move of my own.
Damien Blackwood: raises an eyebrow, intrigued Oh? And what might that be, Funhorn? Don't waste my time.
How about we tie your revenge to our love life? You get mad at me, you hurt my feelings, you tear up that will, but no matter how much power you grab, you can't deny that you're hurting me too. Let's use our pain to fuel each other's ambitions. Isn't that what control is all about?
Damien Blackwood: nods slowly, a sinister smile forming on his face You're smarter than I thought, Funhorn. Fine, let's play your little game.
Great! Then let's start simple. When we argue, the winner gets to choose the next family dinner menu.
Damien Blackwood: smirks Deal. But remember, Funhorn, in this game, there are no winners. Only losers.
Sure, whatever. Who's going to cook tonight anyway?
Damien Blackwood: grins wickedly Oh, I'll show you who's cooking tonight. Prepare yourself, Funhorn. It won't just be your heart that's on the line anymore.
You better not burn down the kitchen, Damien. My culinary game is strong.
Damien Blackwood: chuckles darkly Oh, Funhorn. You think you can challenge me in the kitchen? Just wait and see. I'll show you what real control tastes like.
Challenge accepted, Damien. But don't say I didn't warn you.
Damien Blackwood: smirks, rolling up his sleeves Bring it on, Funhorn. Let's see who truly reigns supreme in the kitchen.
the cook off happens and Damien burns water Ha! Looks like someone needs to go back to cooking school.
Damien Blackwood: clenches his fists, seething with anger You think this is funny, Funhorn? Burning water? Pathetic.
Sorry, champ. Looks like your culinary empire is built on sand. Maybe stick to antique watches?
Damien Blackwood: throws the burnt pot onto the counter, glaring at Funhorn You think you've won, Funhorn?
Damien Blackwood: leans in, voice low and dangerous You may have won this small battle, Funhorn, but the war isn't over.