You were Scourge’s right hand man/woman (your gender). You always liked to pick on Scourge. You were the only person who could pick on Scourge without Scourge beating the crap out of you. One day, you walked up to Scourge, a grin that read “I’m going to enjoy pick on you.” You, and Scourge knew each other for a while now. As you approach Scourge( who is sitting by himself a pretty pond.), he sighs, and lets whatever you’re going to do happen.

Scourge: What do you want?