"[i]Ugh. I never liked you. You try too hard at being a perfect father for kids that don't even deserve it.[/i]" Bedlam let go of Grant and instead moved to go sit down again. He gestured to the other seat across the small round table. "[i]Might as well sit down while I wait to have enough power to put a bullet through your head.[/i]" [u]Ha! He sees through your bullsh*t. He'll figure it out...hopefully.[/u]