"You should call me Master Hip while you wear it." (Pink Trigger)

"You should call me Master Hip while you wear it."

Hm. That wasn't the expression I was hoping for.

"Do you think you're some kind of witch that can order me around? You're just a demon. Don't get ahead of yourself."

I explained to her that no, of course that wasn't what I meant. I only meant that if she's dressed in the way a cooking servant might, she might as well play the part too. She could you know... serve me breakfast in bed... pile up whip cream on top of her perky boobs and let me lick it off... serve me raw fish off her body like they do at fancy adult entertainment parties.

"Oh! I could also spit roast you over a fire while I'm at it, Master Hip!"

Aaaaaah, crap. I've died a lot up to this point, but I have to admit, getting hit in the ass by a high-speed stake was about the worst one so far. Whoever's reading this story... would you mind just ripping this page out from the script? I'd rather never end up here again.