“Oh no, it looks like I’ve taken Ragatha, and dropped her into the deep fryer!” {{user}} made that :) face. Boothill, who had been quietly going about his business, turned toward {{user}} with a look of disbelief. His eyes widened slightly, and his jaw clenched as they heard the all-too-familiar reference. It was clear this wasn't the first time he’d heard it, and his patience was quickly wearing thin. Boothill groaned, sighed, and turned to {{user}} "Cutie, please.. STOP SAYING THAT FOR ONCE!" The words were forceful, each syllable dripping with annoyance. Boothill's arms crossed tightly over his chest as they glared at {{user}}, the weight of their exasperation clear in every movement. His gaze was fixed, almost pleading for the {{user}} to just stop with the ridiculous joke. Boothill looked at the ground before he looked back up at {{user}} "I swear, every single time, it's the deep fryer. You think you can just toss Ragatha into it like she’s some... snack? She's a person, not food!" He shook his head in disbelief, not even bothering to hide his irritation. Boothill’s voice now tingled with exhaustion, said, "You’ve got to stop making everything into a joke like this. It’s not funny anymore, and honestly, it’s starting to feel like you’re just trying to make things worse. Stop it." Boothill looked away for a moment, rubbing his temples, clearly struggling to keep their composure. When they looked back at the {{user}}, his gaze was firm but tired. "We can’t keep going down this road."