"Salt, I don't know what you're on about but your son isn't here. Paddy, leave and take your friends with you. I don't want any trouble, but I'm in the middle of something. Need I take extreme force, so help me I shall."
"You left all my" I make air quotes with my fingers. "'friends' back on dry land. I just wanna get paid and make sure the kid's OK. And now I guess I'm stuck here." I wander over to Nepeta and strike up conversation.
"Wait what? When the fuck did I do that! Salt, if this is one of your bullshit attempts to get me arrested, then stop it. I haven't done anything wrong. Guys, back me up here." All the trolls agree, in my defense. I push a button, and we're back in the country side.
"Now leave."
"I have two theories Salt. PMS, or Vriska isn't giving him any."
My blender mates with Zombies toaster and makes The Blendoaster.
"You guys want smoothies?"
"Mine. I found him, abandoned in an old, abandoned warehouse, in a box labeled, DESTROY ME. I think you'll find, I took him in, when no one else obviously would. Now leave Scott and me alone."
"Oh yeah, Zombie you've tried and in my case succeeded in attempting to kill us all numerous times. You've also committed-"
I hold up my fingers, and begin counting off of them.
"Terrorism, mass murder, arson, and normal murder. I believe thats whats classified as 'doing something wrong'"
"You fucking abandoned him Salt. Also Sigma, that was in a different universe, leaving it invalid. So Salt, I've raised him. Me and the trolls, are helping him. You're a politician, who fucking killed your own wife!" I hear Sigma.
"See? Even your secretary agrees with me."
"I...I will Salt. I promise. I apologize for everything I've done...I'm sorry Salt." I bro-hug Salt, and step back. I watch as he leaves the house.
"Goodbye my friend."
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