Shang Tsung thought to himself, but didn’t say anything aloud. He supposed that one of his souls would know how to drive… maybe he would try driving soon? It sounded like something new, and maybe entertaining… before today the realm had been quite boring. The duck was better than anything he had eaten thus far on the realm, and the noodles were good with it.
“This is nice,” Shang Tsung said. “I usually don’t enjoy tranquility, part of me enjoys being in a big epic conflict… though I’m sure that is obvious. I don’t know how long I’m going to be here, but I could be spending my time in this realm with far worst people than you. I know thee side of you that you’re afraid to show, and let’s be honest… you’re quite good at being the ‘ice bitch.’ People who doubt you (such as Kano), and myself at a time… turn out to be quite shocked in the end. You don’t have to work if you want to, I imagine that I have enough income to support us.”