VOIDSY: We'll win and come for you after, so be a good puppy and play nice.
SPIT: Real cute. You talk to your mother with that vile little mouth of yours?
SPIT: Whether you win this game or not, I have nothing to lose.
SPIT: You win, I get to devour you bit by bit.
SPIT: You lose, I get more power.
SPIT: Either way, blood gets shed and I get to revel in it.
VOIDSY: Does it ever get tiring, hungering for destruction without end to it?
SPIT: Nope!
SPIT: I'm a real glutton for misery, little snack.
SPIT: And I love it.
SPIT: Nothing better!
VOIDSY: We have bigger things to worry about than you, Spit. We're done here.
You go to hang up.
SPIT: Are you sure you wanna do that?
She's shaking with laughter.
SPIT: Are you REALLY sure you wanna do that?
SPIT: You're going to go and hang up on me. Sure!
SPIT: But you better run on home, kitty cat.
SPIT: Longer you take to get there, longer I got to trap my base.
SPIT: Take your time, even! I've got some amazing ideas. You'll love em!
You hang up before she can get much further.
WRETCH: babe you there
WRETCH: you went all quiet was it her
WRETCH: voidsy was it spit are you okay
WRETCH: voidsy
WRETCH: voidsyyyyyyyy