"Lets sum this up, shall we?" Sloth said, lowering her head as Tim's stunned grip loosened. She was almost done, and the adrenaline was beginning to make her feel a bit loopy. "You're a drunk, worthless, unloveable piece of shit, and the only women who will be with you have to be drugged or tied up first, until you use them up so they are just like you, an empty, dried up husk. Your own mother doesn't even want to see you. Face it. You should just kill yourself."
At last, she lifted a hand and gently pushed him sideways, and he collapsed without resistance, into the void of darkness that only had one way out. With a smile, she stepped over his legs and up against Envy, and walked her fingers around his neck to pull him in for an intense kiss.
"Fuck. What a day," she said, letting him go again and practically skipping to the desk, to perch herself on the edge of it. "How was yours?"