[HappyHappyHierophant]

Jonathan sighed exasperatedly. "Look Nicholas. I helped you because you knew my mother. It was nothing more than that. Now, I have a company to run, and every second you stay here on this bench, I'm sorry to say is one where you're make my company look very unprofessional. If you wanted to say thanks, then you could have called me. I'm going to have to ask you to leave, now."

[HappyHappyHierophant]

"You little shit. Your mother would be rolling over in her grave right now if she saw how you were treating me right now. Fuck you, Jonathan. Fuck your company too. You and your money can go burn in fucking hell, I don't need it."

[HappyHappyHierophant]

Nicholas spat yellow on the cement. "Kid, you came from the same fucking place as me, so don't act all high and mighty. You can take the boy out of the slums, Jonathan, but you can't take the fucking slum out of the boy." Staggering off in a huff. "You know Jon-jon, I'm proud of you. You really became something. But shit, you became everything you're not, as well."