AN: This is a test, as I'd like to see how short monologues fare on this site. I'd love feedback on whether or not you enjoyed this in comparison to a one-shot or chapter-fic. Sorry for the interruption, and please enjoy.
There you are, your ugly face marring my computer screen and polluting the atmosphere of my home. I can hardly believe I'm wasting my time erasing you from the database. You're hardly important enough. You, with your doggish antics. You can claim all you want that I lack originality in my names for you, but there's simply no other word for it. You'd love them even if they turned away from you, kicked you into the ground.
I know why, too. Like I wouldn't without there being some value to it, but it's definitely worth throwing in your face. It's because you aren't me. I've gone through that damn orphanage and through all the training of my youth to become what I am, while you've lived your picturesque life lazing about in your kennel.
I don't need to be jealous of you, Wheeler. I'm clearly better than you- smarter, faster, stronger. I've made every move in my life, whether in Duel Monsters or in taking over Kaiba Corp better than you ever could have. Not difficult, considering your severe lack of talent. All you have is your loyalty.
What good would that do you, if you had any kind of ability by yourself? You wouldn't benefit any. You don't benefit any, with your awful emphasis on friendship. The only benefit you'd ever get from others is in using them- and that is exactly what I intend on doing. Even now, as I've tracked the last bit of coding to ensure you won't remain in the hard drive, I'm the one to draw the benefits. Even if the benefit is merely that I won't have to deal with your ugly snout every time I want to look up Yugi's latest impressive exploits.
And you know some damn 'past life' won't convince me to change. I saw my dear, true father die in the car seat in front of mine, and Mokuba's. I have seen from my other 'father' Gozoburo how most people truly feel towards others... and I can get through life without your exalted friendship. So you, sit up like the puny slime balls you really are, before I really lose my temper.