Kadoc Zemlupus

. . . Who the hell would want to talk to me. In case you haven't noticed I'm not exactly rainbows and butterflies here.

When I try just saying leave me alone there's a near guarantee whoever the hell it is is gonna cling to me for a month instead, so yes.

There's not a lot of polite ways to say go away, and with someone as airheaded as that I figured blunt is best.

You weren't there. No matter how many times you try and pretend like you were, I was unfortunate enough to know every damned servant stuck there. And yes, wear some fucking pants already.

The servants in my lostbelt were literally dressed to survive the winter. I'm just tired of seeing your panties every time you're talking to me.

I am NOT taking off my pants you god damn freak furball.

(Taking a deep breath as he tries to figure out what the living FUCK was just said to him. Try as he might, he can't figure out any way around one glaring statement, nor can he find any other way it was meant to be interpreted as. Thus...)