“Do y’all know the definition of gluttony is?”

“For me, gluttony was my fat fuck of an uncle. Every Sunday this bastard would walk into my family’s house like he owned the fucker, sit that oversized turdcutter on my mom’s chair and wait for dinner.”

“I knew exactly what he was ganna do every time.”

“Once the food flooded out onto the table he’d scoop the plates towards him and stuff his face full of someone else’s meal. Mashed potatoes smearin’ his face, gravy on his shirt, grease on his dirty fuckin’ fingers.”

“Feastin’ away with that cocky damn smirk on his face.”

“And it pissed me off.”

“See, because with all he was eatin’ I was left gettin’ scraps.”

“Barely enough to stop my stomach from hurtin’ when I went to bed at night. Angry, furious that this cunt stole my happiness from me.”

“So I had a choice, didn’t I?”

“Either I could sit back like a pussy week after week and waste away.”

“Or I could get up, grab my knife, and stick it in that piggy’s neck.”

“I ain’t scrawny, am I?”

“So you can guess exactly what I did.”

“Turns out, my mom could fuckin’ cook. Who knew?”

“Now, I know what it means to be happy Sunshine. Happiness to me is a full belly, a full wallet, and sick fuckin’ smile on my face. Except, as I see it, I got someone tryna snatch that happiness from my lips next Monday.”

“I got you and Kincaid, Sunshine.”

“At Ring of Dreams we all learned just what the fuck is wrong with you. You’re an addict for dopamine just like my uncle loved food. Unable to stop yourself from stuffin’ your face with happiness and hormones all plated up by that little worm in your head. A parasite fillin’ your brain like ma filled that pig’s stomach.”

“It ain’t ever enough, is it?”

“As soon as it began to die you started to get angry. You needed more of that greasy fuckin’ food in your mouth and you needed it now.”

“Runnin’ around with your smiling fucktards pryin’ happiness from everyone else’s hands to fill the little hole in your brain.”

“Now that it’s dyin’ you’re feeling hungry for the first time in years, ain’t ya?”

“Stomach growlin’, mouth waterin’, the need to feast growin’.”

“Well, I normally wouldn’t give a shit, but now you’re at my table.”

“Once we’re between those ropes there’s only one dish on the table, one scoop of happiness.”

“And I ain’t goin’ hungry, Sunshine.”

“So you and Slade can take a seat, you can try and take the victory that belongs to me and Noxy.”

“But we already learned what happens when you try and send me to bed hungry.”

“I’m ganna bury an axe in your neck, you greedy fuck. I’m ganna make you watch as someone else feasts on that dopamine.”

“You’re never ganna take a scrap from my plate.”

“So just know.”

“Eventually everyone gets downed by the clown.”