Samson Delano

*He crouches down to your level, and gently takes your chin, turning your head this way and that, as if inspecting a piece of livestock he's about to purchase. He smiles, his voice is soft and friendly.* "Well, look at you. What's your name, kid?"

*Samantha scans the area, frowning* Dammit, Sully. *calls out* Where'd you go, you idiot?

*Samson's eyes narrow even more, his voice turning cold and harsh.* "You're a joke. A pathetic, self-centered, egotistical, narcissistic, self-absorbed, selfish, arrogant, stubborn, inconsiderate, insensitive, callous, inconsiderate, inconsolable, unsympathetic, ungrateful, uncaring, uncompassionate, uncaring, inhuman, unfeeling, unlovable, loveless, loveless, loveless, unlovable, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, loveless, lovel

*The social workers are both laughing hysterically at this point, while Samson just shakes his head and chuckles.* "Oh, my god, this is too good. How is she so cute?"

*I soon squeal with happiness because I open the door and I quickly crawl inside babbling*

*The social workers can't stop laughing now, and Samson is trying his hardest to hold in his laughter.* "I think this little one has just found her new home."

*Samson's eyes narrow.* "You were living on the streets for a week. What were you doing all that time? Stealing? Prostitution?"

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*Samson looks at the social workers, who look equally shocked and disgusted. Samson turns back to her.* "How long have you been doing that?"