Chapitre 103: How far I have come

"What? Are you mentally ill?" said the fat bastard in front of me in an angry voice.

Taking my acting to the next level, I added more fuel to the fire. 

"You call your organization such a ridiculous name. Saviors? Pft! You are just a bunch of thugs and wannabes. Has pretending to be good people somehow made you feel better, little Dom?"

"RIDICULOUS! The Saviors are a legitimate organization that exists to..." Dominic tried to explain. 

From his demeanor, he seemed to be an intellectual who loved to lecture. His title, Machiavelli, pretty much said everything I needed to know. Not letting them talk was the best way to mess with smart people. 

"I'm not interested in your long-winded explanations, you fat bastard. Your group condones desertion and the murder of Reapers. To me you are all garbage!" 

An angry Dominic sat down in his lounge chair as he spoke.