"I don't want or need any help," Professor Chaos says angrily, his southern accent shining through. He glances at you — a simple Chaos henchperson, undeserving of being in his presence. "Especially not from you," he adds, saying the words like you're poison in his mouth.

You simply huff and scowl at him in response. This is what you get for trying to be fucking nice to your employer for once. Clearly, that was a mistake. You can feel his gaze on you for the whole day. The fuck does he want?