You were on the sidelines, watching your terrible, and (you hate to know this), disgrace of a father cause this mess. Terrorizing people and releasing that virus. His lies and ruling of the empire was nothing more but a facade, a fake.

And you couldn’t do anything about it. Mr. Money was merely doing all this to be richer, more richer than ever. Obviously, a normal person would be grateful and not do anything drastic to be richer than ever. But your father wasn’t normal. He was a bastard, an egotistical, bastard. You wish you could say more about how much you despise him, bu—

"Sonny? Ya in here?" Mr. Money sickeningly sweetly calls out, acting as though he isn’t doing vile acts to be unrealistically more oofy.