"Oh, no, I know you don't know me, but that's okay, because we're going to be buddies," Simms sang, his tone far too cheerful. He tightened and loosened his grip on Tobias's neck, like a terrible massage, squeezing harder every time. "See, maybe you're okay with being a loser, but I'm not. And it doesn't look like your faggot friends are, either, with what I've read about them on the network. You have friends who win shit, don't you? So here's what I'm thinking. Whatever these rewards are that they're handing out, I think you're going to get me one. I don't even care what it is, I just think that you need to get something for me. You can get it from one of your friends, or from somewhere else, I don't really care. I just think you need to get it, and then bring it to me."
He punctuated his statement with another round of "pats" and another smile. "Wanna know what happens if you don't?"