"I can't really blame her," Rae remarks. The masked man had won some points for cleverness, but the patronizing remarks, insults, and threats of violence have lost him more than he had to lose.
The masked man tuts at the princess. "Why loose your venom on me?"
"'Cause you're being a jerk," Rae interrupts, speaking into her tea. "And because poison doesn't apparently work."
"You killed my love," says the princess. "It's possible," replies the Dread Pirate, idly. "I kill a lot of people." "Who was this love of yours? Another prince like this one? Ugly, rich, and scabby?" Buttercup answers softly. "No. A farm boy. Poor. Poor and perfect. With eyes like the sea after a storm. On the high seas, your ship attacked. And the Dread Pirate Roberts never takes prisoners." The Dread Pirate Roberts spreads his arms, expansively, then folds his arms behind his head to act as a pillow. "I can't afford to make exceptions. I mean once word leaks out that a pirate has gone soft, people begin to disobey you and then it's nothing but work, work, work all the time." "You mock my pain!" exclaims the princess, outraged. "Life is pain, Highness," the Dread Pirate answers, suddenly serious. "Anyone who says differently is selling something."
Rae leans against Autor's shoulder. "I don't think I like him any more."
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Date: 2015-11-12 06:01 am (UTC)The masked man tuts at the princess. "Why loose your venom on me?"
"'Cause you're being a jerk," Rae interrupts, speaking into her tea. "And because poison doesn't apparently work."
"You killed my love," says the princess.
"It's possible," replies the Dread Pirate, idly. "I kill a lot of people."
"Who was this love of yours? Another prince like this one? Ugly, rich, and scabby?"
Buttercup answers softly. "No. A farm boy. Poor. Poor and perfect. With eyes like the sea after a storm. On the high seas, your ship attacked. And the Dread Pirate Roberts never takes prisoners."
The Dread Pirate Roberts spreads his arms, expansively, then folds his arms behind his head to act as a pillow. "I can't afford to make exceptions. I mean once word leaks out that a pirate has gone soft, people begin to disobey you and then it's nothing but work, work, work all the time."
"You mock my pain!" exclaims the princess, outraged.
"Life is pain, Highness," the Dread Pirate answers, suddenly serious. "Anyone who says differently is selling something."
Rae leans against Autor's shoulder. "I don't think I like him any more."