"You said you're not running us like lab rats, but I'm calling that out. This is just a shitty ass gladiator battle isn't it? Even if it is with Psychic powers, the fact that you're pitting us against each other remains. How are we not being used as pawns exactly. Just like rats in a maze." Leon yelled, gripping his phallic receiver as if choking something.
"Well stated. But rats usually don't have a choice, whereas you could sit still and disregard everything I'm saying, although it wouldn't stop others from coming after you. Rats however, with their simplistic brains cannot comprehend a game of convoluted self-imposed mix-matching between peers."
Leon spit at his item, shaking the tip. "Yeah right! If you can do something as insane as fucking this, to us we're already your equivalent of rats. You're probably advanced aliens or gods with nothing better to dick around with us right? Am I right, or what?"
"That's certainly a thing to think. Come to whatever conclusion you want about us, but it's irrelevant ultimately." The voice slyly answered.
The rest of the children nervously held their breaths as modulated swearing battered their ears.
"Well, it looks like I don't have to worry about that one. What an idiot. If the rest are anything like him, I've already got this in the bag." Tiffany thought to herself.
