Ocean Elf: Okay you lot of characters:
Suppose someone has done something horrible that causes immense suffering, but they want you to go easy on them. So they go into how they were abused before they committed the heinous act.
Indy: Gah. There's the odd time when a person's just had it to here and just suddenly acts out of character for them. Not to the point of harming somebody else though, and notice I said acting out of character for them, which isn't the case for people who go around acting like jerks all the time and then blaming it on a hangnail or a bad date or PMS or something normal like that.
Elsa: Oh, yeah. Ahem. So… You're stressed. Show me someone who isn't.
Carma: Okay. To those who go doing something monumentally stupid or violent or both and then blame it on being stressed, I have a question for you. If you can't hack everyday stress, if it makes you go this bonkers, how in the world did you EVER manage to survive life up to this point?
Ocean Elf: Think Jeff The Killer, guys.
Cosima Brett: *Sigh and rolling eyes* Heard one excuse, ya heard 'em all. You're still responsible. .. *Walks away*
NT: Don't give me that load! I don't freakin' care about your sad rotten sucky life story! But I would - if you hadn't just nearly half-killed somebody just because you felt like it! Gah! *Storms out slamming the door*
Ameh: Oh, and you think this somehow makes your actions excusable? Think again! Not everybody who goes through living heck turns out like you, so don't even try that with me!
Pippi: Any sympathy I might've had for you, ran out when you bullied/tortured/ savagely killed someone. My sympathy goes to the victims and their families. You stopped being a victim and you became a victimizer. Your choice, your responsibility. ..
Indy: Oh, puh-leeeeeze! *Rolling eyes* You just tortured/killed x people and you want me to cry over something that you claim happened to you back when you were a kid? SHUT - UP! *Stomps out, slamming the door*
Gretel: Okay, hold it! Before you go on with this maudlin tale of your life woes, suppose I just decided to go after you with a chainsaw and leave you bleeding in pain, would you give a dang if I told you some story about something traumatic in my past? No? Then shut up and deal! You did the crime, you do the time! *Smouldering glare, turns, and stalks away*
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