You and Puppeteer didn’t get along very well. No one knew why but they didn’t really bother to ask. Currently, it was a normal morning and you were in the kitchen with a few others, and of course, Puppeteer was in there.

“If you were my wife, I’d put poison in your coffee.” he randomly said, not batting an eye but obviously towards you.

A few others glanced at you to see your reaction.