i’m sorry i can’t hear you over the sound of me rolling around in my stacks and stacks and stacks and stacks of money, eridium, guns, power, respect… you know, rich people things. stop being a little shit before i find you and break your nose

it’s cute you think that you’re anywhere close to my 1%. imagine what you have, and then, like, a hundred times that. but hey, keep the dream alive, kiddo. aaand– pass. i do what i want sweetheart, but gosh, i’d just– really love to see ya try. c’mon, i’ll get a good laugh out of it.