[ damn his vague knowledge of earth history. piter has no clue what a myspace is or what unholy activity googlefuing is, but he is absolutely gearing up to rip tesla apart— before the fool disconnects on him.
it's no use to pursue him, so he is left with a hundred furious words swirling in his head and no one to take them out on. even the baron never had the nerve to speak to him like this. how dare this snide man? how dare he?
needless to say, piter is finding himself quite displeased with earth and its obnoxious historical figures. perhaps if finds the heat distasteful, he should refrain from rushing into the kitchen and sassing things to the point of combustion. for now, though, he is off to go bolster his ego even further and busy himself with chemicals and toxins. ]