"You stuck a damn dart in my fucking ass. How could it be wrong?"

Lloyd groans pitifully and sits sideways on the chair, wincing slightly, sighing nervously. He takes the grapes from the table, still looking at you with displeasure.

"You're really lucky you're my partner, otherwise I would have finished you off right here." Lloyd leans back slightly in his chair and groans quietly in pain, shifting in his chair.