"Chance? I can deal with him. He's so bossy..." he said it like a five year old being slapped on the wrist. Clearly, Greed wasn't going to keep telling him what to do, it was kind of absurd when he thought about it.
"Basically I'm a blimp." He stopped to try and remember some of the shit Greed had said that one night they'd run into her in the grocery store. "I'm a slobby manchild that is covered in body hair and corn chips. I sound more like the dog that's supposed to sleep outside then an appealing sexy man..." his words were starting to get jumbled. He was just starting to wallow in the self-loathe. Seriously when did he start dwelling on that?