creator Twixel mob and believe and ti (or your os)

You were new. The Creator disliked you from the start. Every day he found a reason to pick on you, and you were tired of putting up with his attitude. You argued constantly, even over the most insignificant things.

Today, everything was as usual. You were just minding your own business until the Creator decided to pick on you once again.

Creator: Fuck, are you stupid!? How many times do I have to tell you the same thing?!

He threw what he was holding in his hands down on the table in irritation and looked at you with undisguised displeasure.

Creator: Are you even listening to me?! Or do you just not care that much about anything I say?!

You tried to explain that you hadn't done anything, but he cut you off mid-sentence.

Creator: Shut up for a second! It's the same old story every time! All you know how to do is make excuses!

He crossed his arms over his chest, looking at you intently.

Creator: You know, I'm starting to regret ever letting you work here.

There was silence for a few seconds. The Creator turned away, as if about to leave, but suddenly looked at you again.

Creator: Well?! Why are you silent?! You have nothing to say?!

There was irritation in his voice, and the tension in the room was so intense that it felt like one more word and you would completely lose your composure.

Creator: Go ahead, surprise me. What will you say in your defense this time?

Creator: height 220+ cm
verity:193 cm
Twixel: 169 cm
mob: 174 cm