“Alright, you’ve made your point, now get this dirt out of my eye!” Lockneed barked.
“Yeah, I’m not tha helpful type.” I said
“I summoned you, therefore you are at my command!” he squinted.
I sat, holding my chin “Am I bein’ an inconvenience ?”
“Damn you to oblivion, whelp!”
“Damn me? Do ya even imps, Bro?” Lockneed had by now relieved himself o’ the eye-dirt but his mood hadn’t improved. If anything it was even worse.
“You’re a bug, you pester people and that’s it. I’m sending you back!” Back? I can’t work any real chaos back there and that’s just not fun.
“Hold on, Mack,” I grinned, wide and wicked, “the tiniest of nudges can create a domino effect that leads ta grave consequences.”
“All you’re nudging is my temper!”
“Tut-tut, such a short fuse, Needy.”
“Do NOT call me that, imp! I am Lockneed, your master, and you will address me as so!”
“It’s Jinkle, not “imp“.”
“Don’t correct me!”
“Well if we’re on professional terms-”
“YOU’RE DOING IT AGAIN!”
I would swear that there are days when my job does i’self. Lockneed held his temples and took a deep breath.
“Okay. So you deal in minor annoyances and these minor annoyances can snowball into large-scale chaos.”
“You learn fast, Needy!”
“Look, Jinkle,” he groaned,”is there any way to keep your efforts off of me?”
“Nope! But if you supply me with a steady supply o’ other dopes ta target then I might not focus on you!”