How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis
“You’re a fucking plant, too. I don’t see you storming Skull Temple, a quarter inch at a time.”
“In the end, we will still be here when you have all passed. We will reclaim the land.”
“You mean like a weed? Is that what you really are? You dress up in fancy leaves and flowers, but beneath it all, you’re just Wilbur the Weed, an aggressive little shit trying to climb over everybody?”
“I am Xesar.”
“I’m going to call you Wilbur from now on. I think it suits you better.”
“I. Am. Xesar.”
I seemed to have hit a nerve, or a root, or something.