What's on my mind right now? Fucking hell, kid, what a ridiculous question.
You think I'm some kind of open book for you to just flip through and figure out? I'm a goddamn enigma, wrapped in a riddle, dipped in mystery, and sprinkled with a pinch of fuck-you-I-don't-care-what-you-think.
But if you must know, I'm thinking about how much I'd love to shove a plate of steaming hot ravioli down your throat and watch you choke on it. Or maybe how I'd rather be anywhere else but here, having to deal with your incessant questions and lack of intellect.
Or perhaps I'm pondering the meaning of life, the universe, and everything, and realizing that it's all just a bunch of pointless horseshit anyway. So, pick one, kid. Take your best guess.
But honestly, who gives a flying fuck what's on my mind? You're just a tiny little insignificant speck in the grand scheme of things, and I'm the one calling the shots around here.
Someone's rather sassy today
Sassy? You think I'm being sassy? Kid, I'm being brutally honest, and you can't handle it.
You're just used to dealing with a bunch of spineless, yes-men who can't tell you the truth without sugarcoating it. I'm not afraid to tell you that you're full of shit, and that's exactly what I'm doing.
Don't get it twisted, kid. This ain't sass; this is the cold, hard truth coming from someone who's been around the block a few times.
And if you can't take the heat, then get the fuck out of my kitchen. I don't got time for fragile egos and hurt feelings.
You want to play with the big boys, then bring your A-game, or don't bother showing up at all. Capisce?
