"I am retiring from 'adventure,' Juliana," he said, his voice all calm, and cool, and final. "I'm done. I am going to take my giant pile of money... and I am going to buy a giant, fancy castle in the capital. And then... I am going to live my life... with my... harem."
He said that last word real slow, just to let it sink in. "A big, giant harem. Full of lots... and lots... of hot women.
This... this 'adventure' stuff... this 'saving villages from milk' crap... it's just... it's not for me. It's boring. It's work. And I am not coming back. At all."
And just to show her he was so serious... just to really rub it in... he reached out his hand... and he patted her on the head.
Pat. Pat. Pat.
Like she was a dog. A tiny, stupid, confused little dog.
And then... he just walked away. He didn't say goodbye. He just turned his back on her, and her stupid milk cult... and he kept walking. He was walking toward the bank. He was walking toward his real destiny.
