When It Rains, It Pours

So, I was leaving the site of my latest defeat (ironically, following the path that those idiots pointed out), when something all too familiar happened.

I got lost.

I really need to start subbing Black Mage for warp.

Or start using Yahoo maps or something.

Nothing good ever comes from me getting lost.

Luckily, today was not an exception.

As I wandered aimlessly through the new areas, I heard a slight crunch beneath my foot.

Damn Tarus.

But... no. That wasn't a taru. It couldn't have been. Tarus go "Ouchie-wouchie" or some other retarded crap.

It's like stepping on Ned Flanders.

Retarded little special ed kids. That's the Tarus.

I lift my boot to see exactly what (or who) I had just crushed when this little red bug... thing flew out from underneath.

Crazy snake bitches and bug infestations. Nice.

Note to self: uninstall expansion pack.

Things were already annoying enough, but then things took a weird turn.

Chigoe>> What the hell, man?!
Chigoe>> Watch your damned feet.
GoblinSmithy>> You talk?
Chigoe>> Aren't you observant.
Chigoe>> Just FYI. Water's wet.
GoblinSmithy>> Sorry.
GoblinSmithy>> I wasn't expecting you to talk.
Chigoe>> I wasn't expecting to get stepped on.
Chigoe>> Seems we're both having a bad day.
GoblinSmithy>> But you're a bug.
Chigoe>> What did you call me?
GoblinSmithy>> I called you a bug.
GoblinSmithy>> Why?
Chigoe>> You're a racist.
GoblinSmithy>> WHAT?!
Chigoe>> You can't use the word bug.
Chigoe>> That's our word.
GoblinSmithy>> But you're a bug.
GoblinSmithy>> It's what you are.
Chigoe>> I'm an insect, you son of a bitch.
GoblinSmithy>> Whatever, bug.
GoblinSmithy>> I've got to be going.
Chigoe>> You're not leaving til I get an apology.
GoblinSmithy>> I'm sorry.
Chigoe>> That's better.
GoblinSmithy>> Sorry I didn't step harder.
Chigoe>> Ohhhhhhh, you're gonna pay for that.

At this point, I was starting to get annoyed.

It's not my fault that you can't even see those little bastards. He should have been more careful.

GoblinSmithy>> Go find a roach motel, would you?
GoblinSmithy>> Us regular size mobs have to go to work.
Chigoe>> Listen... big, tall, and ugly.
Chigoe>> You don't leave unless you apologize.
GoblinSmithy>> I'm real scared.
GoblinSmithy>> OH NOEZ! Please don't bite my ankles.
Chigoe>> Shut up, you idiot.
GoblinSmithy>> Stand up when you say that.
Chigoe>> I'm going to give you one last chance.
Chigoe>> And then it's on.

Let's weigh my options.

Easy way: simply say sorry and let him have his way. Very little cost, don't actually have to mean it, and does not involve any sort of pain.

I must say that no pain part is looking mighty tempting.

Hard way: refuse to apologize. Unknown cost, may involve pain.

I do so love a mystery though.

Plus, I'm pretty certain I've never actually taken the easy way.

Why break a streak now?

GoblinSmithy>> Why would I be frightened?
GoblinSmithy>> Your greatest fear is a windshield.
Chigoe>> I warned you.

*low rumbling sound*

DAMMITDAMMITDAMMIT!

Why does it always have to be that sound? Why can't anyone ever do their own fighting?

I specifically pick on smaller people just so I have the unfair advantage.

Bringing in extra people give them the advantage.

Do you see why that's not cool for me?

GoblinSmithy>> What's that noise?
Chigoe>> That's a small lesson in social etiquette.

I really wouldn't call 10,000 Chigoe swarming me a "small lesson".

I would call it tremendous pain, though.

And death. I would so call it death.

Chigoe>> Who's the bug now, bitch?

I hate Chigoe.