That little brat! He'd warned him not to tell anyone and what did that snitch go and do? He was telling everyone! Well, that was just fine. It merely meant Grell would have to make sure the boy repented before he died. He was going to bleed and scream and wish that he believed in God just so that the Divine Father would grant him a little mercy. Not that He would. The robot was a blasphemer to boot. Even the all merciful God had His limits.

"Trust me - not having his favor is like losing the lint out of your pocket," Grell muttered with a wave of his hand. It wasn't like Brainiac 5 was especially popular after his fiascoes on the bulletin board anyway. Grell really saw no reason to let him keep breathing. It was a service to the greater patient body to remove him. The smile carefully crept back onto Grell's lips and he turned to Luxord, resting his elbow on the back of the couch and then ever so lightly positioning his hand to support his cheek. "And what a spoilsport. If he's going to tell you about me, he should have at least done you the courtesy of saying why I left such an impression on him. I spent so much time with him, too. I made each and every blade count."