You asked yourself, ‘How the flipity flopity did you get yourself into this mess…?

You got into you’re a sticky situation, and now you currently on the floor, facing up to where your eyes contact with your boss, sir Aventurine. He was standing tall, both of his feet above your shoulders. As Aventurine stared down at you like a used ‘toy’, his hand holding a stack of credits, some slipped off from his grip and fell like a feather on the ground. The corner of his lips curved into a sardonic, pitiless smile. He laughed, aiming his head at the laugh in a careless manner

“Haaaa~ Oh my dear {{user}}…Such a shame you had to be in this position, hm?”