“Let me rephrase myself. Inform us how you managed to survive your vocal cord parasites activating over 30 years ago, and you don’t die. We’ll also stop torturing you. As in, we stop branding you like a cow. Spill it out.”
Quiet had done something nobody else in all of human history had managed: infuriated the AIs of the Patriots so much that two of them had actually quit, and was damn near close to doing it to a third.
Okay ow. That was actually starting to hurt him. Oh well, he could go aaaaaaall night. These schmucks? Probably not. He just had to keep being himself for a little longer and boom. He wins. Eat a dick, Patriots.
Quiet gave a serious look, before clearing his throat and opening his mouth yet again.
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That time, it was in his best Elmo impression.
