“I finally found you.”
“So you did. Would you care for some tea?”
“I’m going to kill you, and you’re offering me tea?!”
“Yes.”
“You’re crazy!”
“Quite possibly. In fact, I’d say probably. But then, life’s no fun without a little insanity.”
“Fun?! You call this FUN?!”
“I don’t think I said that… did I?”
“I’m wasting precious time trying to talk to you.”
“Then, by all means, please leave. I’d very much love to be rid of your ugly face.”
“I’m ugly? Have you looked in a mirror lately?”
“I have character. You’re just boring and, yes, ugly.”
“Hah! You call that character?! Your face is a mess!”
“It’s nice to know the outside reflects the inside.”
“At least we agree on something.”
“Does that mean you’ll leave now?”
“Hardly. I’m going to kill you.”
“…”
“What? No scathing retort? No blithe dismissal? Finally realized the mess you’ve gotten yourself into now, have you?”
“The mess I’ve gotten myself into? YOU started this! YOU KILLED MY SISTER!”
“And I regret it.”
“Oh, yes, because that makes everything all better!”
“Doesn’t it?”
“No, but killing your wife did… a little.”
“Why you-!”