"She probs wouldn't want me telling you this, but Wraths's alright. She did all this for me," Sloth said, indicating the sand trodden into the carpet, the half-deflated plastic palm tree sagging sadly in the corner, and the paddling pool with litter floating in it, not to mention Sloth's feet. "But you're righ to be afraid of her. She can fuck you up. Greed is a dick, but then, we all are." Sloth held his hands out, presenting himself.
"I dunno bout the labels the special flowers put on themselves these days- in my day you were a sodomite or you weren't- but I just like gettin my dick sucked while I drain the mortal's motivation until he can't get off the floor. Then I get a new one." He said it like he didn't care, which was true. He had no moral qualms about using humans. He shook his lighter because of course the fucking thing was nearly empty, flicked it, swore, then managed to get a flame long enough to light up. He took a deep inhale. "'sgood," he said tightly, passing it to 4chan.