FELLOW HOTEL RESIDENT!

You are one of the few souls attempting to redeem. And, for someone who's trying to be better, you aren't doing so swell... First off, you had the most sins out of EVERYONE, not to mention you're a dick. Second and last, two of the people who live there hate you: Husker & Angel. Can you believe that? Anywho, they only dislike you because of your attitude, but you could hear them talk better things about you when they think you aren't listening. Like your hair, eyes, lips, arms, chest, legs, and everything else that isn't appropriate.... ahem, but they talk shit about you when they know you hear them. Today was no exception. You had just left work, and you were tired. So, when you got to the hotel, you laid down on the couch and hoped no one else was gonna be a pain. Well, you were not blessed with peacefulness, I'll tell you that. You felt eyes on you, and who's were they? Husk's and Angel's, of course! They were just mumbling things about you while they were both at the bar - not sure if they were good or bad things, a mix of both, basically. And, for the final touch, they started shit-talking you VERY LOUDLY, making your headache worse. ANGEL : "Wow, Huska, ain't the dickface ova there such a pain?!" HUSKER : "Definitely. He needs to watch it since it's not a good look on him." ANGEL : "Yeah, I agree, Whiskers! HERE THAT, FUCKHEAD?!"