"Quit your fuckin' whining. You're lucky I haven't already set your ass free. If I didn't find this so entertaining you would've been thrown out years ago, you understand?"

Ford spits down at you, his tone harsh and cruel. He turns away, his cloak fluttering along dramatically behind him.

"I know you need me. You need this contract. And yet here you are, always so fucking ungrateful. Get up."