Re: A fan?
The Seran fell silent as he processed Forge's statements.
That feeling; that pang he felt at hearing about the younger man's sufferring... it came back with full force. He identified it now; recognition. That stringy build, just like his own before the army steroided him to his current buffness. The distant look in Forge's eyes... the same look in a fearful young man's eyes whenever his father burst into his room, tore apart his creations, lectured him on "being a real man" and then proceeded to beat him with sufficient force that the scars on his body included scars on his ass.
They needed him.... and he was treated like shit, he thought; his own blood simmering and teeth clenching. His internal monologue looped over and over as he looked into the eyes of a man that... somehow... knew exactly what it was like to be the underappreciated smart guy.
The veins on his neck throbbed as the Technician suddenly exploded in rage; a combination of that he felt over his own treatment and that of Forge's. "WHAT THE FUCKING MOTHERFUCKING FUCK!?!??!?!?"
He picked up his snub pistol from the table and began to pace around the room, throwing his arms around in frustrated anger. "You know what?!? This place ain't any fuckin' better isn't it?!? There's no fuckin' respect for the smart guy anywhere!!! No, don't think for yourself, don't try to build something, you only fuckin' matter if you're some dumb trained puppy that can tear the fuckin' world apart on orders from your fuckin' superiors!!!"
His free hand then grabbed Forge by the shoulder roughly; not with intentional malice but in a casual manner.
"Alright, that's fuckin' it. So, wanna go shoot Logan in the face? Or what? 'Cause no fuckin' way in hell you're gonna put up with that treatment. I gotta sonic shrieker device if ya really wanna make him suffer."