Sure, if you wanna put faith in something you hadn't tested yourself, then be my guest, but I'm not gunning to use lil' Xaphan here as a guinea pig. Idn't that right, Xaph? [He playfully wiggles a finger in front of the machop's face.]
[Xaphan then happily grabs Satan's finger with both hands, holding it in a vise grip.] OW! Son of a-
[There's something about Fred's "naivete" that's rubbing him the wrong way... like- this Jones kid is a teenager, isn't he? So he should've long outgrown his inherent faith in his fellow man by this point, right? It's such an obvious act, but he's sticking with it anyway. What's his game?]
...eh-heh-heh, I-I don't pretend to know the benefits of discerning taste, either... but if it's any consolation? You're not really special for being barred from one of those highfalutin gated golf dens. ...I know it may be hard to believe, what with how rich and famous and successful I am, but there used to be a time when even I, Mr. Satan, in all my excellence, wasn't considered "worthy enough" to be let into one. And if I can't make the cut, then who can?!
Well now, a couple million zeni to my name later, they're the ones paying me to drop by. That's the missing piece, son: all you gotta do is find a way to make bank off'a your little devices and Blake'll be begging you to join- and that whole gopher thing might as well be water under the bridge.
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[Xaphan then happily grabs Satan's finger with both hands, holding it in a vise grip.] OW! Son of a-
[There's something about Fred's "naivete" that's rubbing him the wrong way... like- this Jones kid is a teenager, isn't he? So he should've long outgrown his inherent faith in his fellow man by this point, right? It's such an obvious act, but he's sticking with it anyway. What's his game?]
...eh-heh-heh, I-I don't pretend to know the benefits of discerning taste, either... but if it's any consolation? You're not really special for being barred from one of those highfalutin gated golf dens. ...I know it may be hard to believe, what with how rich and famous and successful I am, but there used to be a time when even I, Mr. Satan, in all my excellence, wasn't considered "worthy enough" to be let into one. And if I can't make the cut, then who can?!
Well now, a couple million zeni to my name later, they're the ones paying me to drop by. That's the missing piece, son: all you gotta do is find a way to make bank off'a your little devices and Blake'll be begging you to join- and that whole gopher thing might as well be water under the bridge.