"Stop mutterin' ya little shit." The evil giant made his way over to Jeff and placed one of his boots on his head, holding back the urge to stomp him out. He frowned, the glow from his mouth fading and the golden light in his eyes lowering to a dim color. "I always have the bad fuckin' luck. I shoulda just stuck with Zelrian!" He grunted, pulling his boot off of Jeff's head. "It's always the pathetic little fucking tools! It's always weaklings! Nothing but ants! I want a [b]challenge!"[/b] He looked down at Jeff and bent forward. "You worthless little runts... The boss is up in his fancy fuckin' study reading books, and what am I doin? I'm crushin' insects! There aint no rush in any of this!" He grunted again. "You are your little friend, you're all nothin' but filthy... Fuckin... [b]TRASH-[/b]"