I know you exist. I get you’re not f’ing around. I feel you quite painfully all the time. Do you also have to make me nauseous too? Because that’s greedy, Pain. It’s just greedy.
I’m disappointed in you, Pain. I expected you to be useful, not greedy and spiteful. Your job is to alert me, not stalk me and sneak up to assault me.
Truly disappointed, Pain.