Missing the thrill.

Thieving in the known galaxy along two baddies is one thing. But the thing that really got me up everyday? The fucking thrill. I mean who else can say they woke up in the morning getting worshiped by some young teen you found the night before.

Robbing a intergalactic bank in the evening after sleeping with the bank manager's wife.

Then go to sleep that night with two babes you "took hostage" during the event just because they were eyefucking you as you stood over them with a blaster pressed to their pretty fucking heads.

Oh, right. Me. And it made me a damn legend. But look where the legend is now. Locked up. Not a woman in sight, and having to deal with cucks and robots trying to demean you. Make me feel weak. Emasculated. But no. I know what I am. Who I am. I'm the most notorious thief ever. And on the third year in... I reminded everyone.