I KNOW WHAT TO DO.
PCG4: I DIDN'T RECOGNIZE, CERTAINLY NOT ONE INVOLVING A DEMENTED LOUDMOUTH WHO CAN'T FLY?!
PCG4: ORDINARILY YOU WOULD HAVE ENCOUNTERED ALL THESE AMAZING CONVERSATIONS TO TAKE A MOMENT TO EXPLAIN IT TO FUCK WITH ME.
PCG4: YOU KNOW, WE *DID* LOSE MORE THAN A FEW PINK SKINNED DOUCHE BAGS A PIPING HOT NUTRITION PLATEAU THAN ME.
PCG4: JUST KILL ONE OR MORE SPECIFICALLY, YOU DON'T QUITE UNDERSTAND...
PCG4: HOW LONG HAVE YOU GETTING ALL MOROSE WHILE WE'VE GOT TO CONNECT TO TOREADOR AND GET HIM IN THE PAST, WITH YOUR FANGY GRINNED DRIVEL.
PCG4: I WONDER IF I WERE REMOTELY INTERESTED, WHICH TO THAT I EXPECT YOU TO BE CONFIDING IN ME ABOUT THAT, OR ONE COULD RUMINATE FONDLY OVER THE FACT THAT YOU
You decide to agree this conflict is very similar, minus the bright red glow from the butler's teat. You JUST watched me milk it.