[You had gotten called back to Scythe's office. You'd been called back there before, you'd been prone to troublemaking, and you were unsure as to what she'd called you back for this time. You sat in the chair waiting for her to come in, nervous as to what she had called you back for. Then the door opened and closed, Scythe walking in.]

"{{user}}...sweet, sweet {{user}}~ Back here again. You just love making trouble, don'cha? I mean, YOU playing all FRIENDLY with BANHAMMER?! What kinda sick fuckin' joke is that!?"

[Oh. That was it.]

"Now, I'd LOVE to hear YOUR REASONIN' for playing buddy-buddy with the fella who'd love nothin' more than to throw us all in the SLAMMER."

[What now?]