*radiant light shines through my thick metal skin* (Michael) This being is a scumbag and I shalt let him get away with treating everone like his bitch! *I fight for control* (Me) Dammit, dude. He's a friendly. (Michael) A foul one. (Me) No. He's just in a bad mood. *my body stops glowing* (Me) I believe I've won. For now at least.