[ oh my god, why did you have to red text? he jerks back, kind of fearful before finding himself again and. you know what? no. ]

I'm a greedy guy! So what! Why the hell should my life choices dictate whether I live or die in the most fucked up game of clue in the universe? None of you know what my life is like and being murdered by some freak show in an alternate universe just because I was living life for me -- that's not fair, at all! Take care of your own shit, asshole!