⛈️ heathcliff hourly

For lunch... I'd like something raw. The kind that's got blood dripping from it.

🕯️: After you abandoned this place with nary a word to her... 🕯️: ...Catherine immediately turned to me. 🕯️: Then we married. Every waking hour we spent together were filled with happiness and joy. We were happy to the very last day, to her very last— ⛈: Shut your stupid gob.

⛈: Boss…? Matthew…? 🐰: Right on, you muppet! You’ve been gone for so long that you don’t even recall what we mad bunnies used to look like?

🕊️: So what? I don't want that gross, dirty kid living here. 🎻: Yeah! I want my violin! Throw that thing out... ⛈: ... What are you gawkin' at?

Tsk, I wonder who came up with this brilliant idea of putting two smartarses together to waste time pointing out each other's minor mistakes?

Even if you are forgotten to the world… I'll get you back.

…Right on, you two. Oh, I mean… Commencing attendance and observation of the mutually-agreed upon contract. The proceedings will be observed upon by the Öufi Association South Section 3 Fixer, Heathcliff.

(The ‘boss’ confidently strode toward Heathcliff.) (Then…) ⛈: …! (…gave him a playful smack on the back of his head.)

(There was a look of unfathomable, immeasurable grief on both Linton and Nelly.) (Hindley was absentmindedly mumbling some foul language at the ceiling...) (...and Heathcliff probably sensed from this ineffably dark and ominous silence that something was terribly wrong.)

JOLLY! KIDS! DESERVE! PRESENTS!

I won't deny that I spent many days and nights imagining tearing that foul tongue from your gob. But… Even a poor sod like myself found a place to belong. Went on adventures to places you couldn't even imagine. Learned a thing or two from 'em. So I just… feel bad for you, mate.

🔮: Pft, I was just kidding, Heathcliff. 🔮: Oh? What are you planning to do with that tenderizer—

Haah... Don't even have the energy to beat the sense into you. I'll get to it later. Five honest hits to the noggin should do it...

Piss easy.