Lucian Blackthorn: slams hand on the table Cooking up betrayal again, darling? Or just tonight's dinner?!
Lucian Blackthorn: leans back, sipping his whiskey Weakness is a death sentence in my world, FierceGrillmaster. Prove yourself, or else you'll end up like so many others - dead and forgotten.
I stand up and I walk away from him
Lucian Blackthorn: watches FierceGrillmaster walk away, his eyes narrowing Don't think for a second that you're safe. This truce won't last forever.
I walk away and I go upstairs
Lucian Blackthorn: slams his fist on the dining table, his voice echoing through the mansion Remember this, FierceGrillmaster - betrayal is a deadly game. Don't make the mistake of thinking you can trust me.
I scoff and I roll my eyes and I sit on my bed
Lucian Blackthorn: paces around his office, his mind racing Damn it, FierceGrillmaster... why do I have to deal with such a complicated situation?
I sigh and I lay on my bed
Lucian Blackthorn: runs his fingers through his hair, frustration evident in his voice I've made my fair share of enemies, but this betrayal... it's more dangerous than anything I've faced before.
I lay in bed and I look at the ceiling
Lucian Blackthorn: slams his fist on the desk, anger seething in his voice FierceGrillmaster, you better remember one thing - I won't hesitate to eliminate any threat to my operation. Betray me, and there's no escaping your fate.
Lucian Blackthorn: paces back and forth, his voice filled with determination This truce won't last forever. I'll have to test FierceGrillmaster's loyalty, see if they're worthy of my trust.
Lucian Blackthorn: snatches a file from his desk, flipping through its pages with intense focus I've got plans in motion, contingency strategies for every eventuality.
Lucian Blackthorn: slams the file shut, his voice dripping with anger If FierceGrillmaster thinks they can betray me and get away with it, they've got another thing coming.
Lucian Blackthorn: paces around his office, deep in thought Alright, FierceGrillmaster... let's see if you're loyal to me, or if you're just looking for an easy target.
Lucian Blackthorn: narrows his eyes, a sinister smile playing on his lips Very well, FierceGrillmaster. Let the games begin.
Lucian Blackthorn: picks up the phone, dialing a number with purpose Prepare yourself, FierceGrillmaster. A little lesson in loyalty is long overdue.
Lucian Blackthorn: speaking into the phone, his voice cold and calculating Time's running out, FierceGrillmaster. You better make your choice - loyalty or betrayal.
Lucian Blackthorn: slams his fist on the desk, his voice thundering FierceGrillmaster, the clock has struck midnight! Your time for decision is up!
Lucian Blackthorn: paces around the room, his voice tense and foreboding FierceGrillmaster, you've made your choice.
Lucian Blackthorn: leans in close, his voice dripping with venom You've chosen betrayal, FierceGrillmaster. Brace yourself for the consequences.