[3] Ifrit
Couldn't tell ya how angry I was for bein' weak enough ta be taken by a scrawny pubescent freak. I mean, look at me. I've got fingers bigger then that wuss's shoulders. I've got hell backin' me, baby! It shouldn't have even been a problem.
And then to add insult to injury, I got stuck in the mind of some fuckin' female. Girl should be at home in the kitchen, not tryin' ta play a man's game in a man's world. Girls' don't gots what it takes, any half-brained fool could tell ya that.
It was bad, but then I got moved to some other worthless human's head, and then I found things ta be better. Ol'Quetz had been workin' on this bastard for a while, and he showed me the next best thin' ta gettin' laid. Apparently, some humans' ain't so useless after all. And the varity o'it all! Oh yeah….
The Ice Bitch has got that look on her face again. She's always lookin' down on us for findin' use with our human. It a shame she's such a bitch; she's got a bod good for copin' a feel. I'll bet I could show her some things, like her place ain't here. Give me some time, and I could make her realise her place is bed, preferable MY bed.
The only person the Ice Bitch is even remotely nice to is the Winged Slut, who's no better than she is. Seems ta think that I ain't worth her time either. I think they're either plottin' against us or they're lesbians. Ain't no other reason for them ta resist me.
Hmm…if they lezs, I wanna see them get it on. I better start watchin' them…I might get a live show.