... they pull me back in.

Now, I suppose, you'll fucking expect me to finally fulfill my end of the bargain? You giant cock-suck; here I thought I'd shifted myself off of the back burner, cooled down, been packaged in a freezer-safe ZipLock baggy and shoved down in the very depths of the basement deep-freeze.

Cock!

What are you talking about? Chadd's dead due to your poison dart-thingy. So your contract's done son...

I just gave you street cred.


So, represent!

Oh.

Right.

I knew that.

No misunderstandings here.

I am literate, I can read and you were as clear as day.



Beff just fucking killed Chadd.

Now he can go back to doing nothing.



I thank you, blame you.

Of course, when his long lost progeny come back to avenge their lost parent they never knew, you may have to like... defend yourself.

Can I defend myself by... being a totally indifferent pacifist? (see: doing fuck all)

Go into deep-cover hiding, without telling anyone where or how.