โ The sleepy child often tells me of these . . minions. Yes, thatโs what they were called. I quite like them. Theyโre efficient at what they do. โ
Keep seein' pictures of these things everywhere . Feels like some sort'a psychological torture method , 'cause every time I look at 'em I get increasingly violent thoughts .
( The Doorman turns, blue eyes immediately seizing onto the waitress. As if heโd already seen her coming from a mile away. After some time, his deep-seated frown grew into something more appropriate. A practiced smile, devoid of its usual amusement. )
โ Ah, Miss Damsel. What โ
โ took a high level of pride in his work, and to have it be questioned so thoughtlessly was perhaps one of the few things that bothered him so. )
โ Itโs nothing that the tabloids wonโt soon forget. Surely you and I both know how these things go. โ
( Something in the Doormanโs โ