Thrilled. And yeah, I believe it, or I wouldn't be wasting my time arguing with you dipshits about whether or not I'm insane. Which, FYI? I'm not.
[Well, slightly, but that's the hallucinogens' fault.]
And if you wanted proof?
[A snap of his fingers and the curtains behind him start to burn green. He raises one eyebrow and just stares for a moment - he'd be smug if he weren't busy being annoyed - and the fire goes out. The curtains are apparently unharmed.]
If you need more convincing, let me know, I can come over and do that to your hair, too.
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[Well, slightly, but that's the hallucinogens' fault.]
And if you wanted proof?
[A snap of his fingers and the curtains behind him start to burn green. He raises one eyebrow and just stares for a moment - he'd be smug if he weren't busy being annoyed - and the fire goes out. The curtains are apparently unharmed.]
If you need more convincing, let me know, I can come over and do that to your hair, too.