Alright fine. We’re playin’ pretend. So, y’get a pretend explanation, deal?
So, in this PRETEND love triangle here, I guess I find Max PRETEND attractive in th’ sense that he’s the first person t’show that sort of affection towards me. Y’know, I beat up thugs, I build a reputation, people avoid me. But when someone looks at th’ stuff I do with adoration instead of fear, and actually claims I’m attractive? I’m still a girl, and flattery is a nice thing t’hear.
As for Anton, well, t’be blunt, he creeps me out a bit. But, I can’t blame him for bein’, ah, clingy t’me? I mean, I’m the clone of his dead wife fer cryin’ out loud, and I’ve always felt pretty guilty about that. He seems t’be pretty hung up on th’ matter too. And, if we’re still talkin’ about PRETEND feelins’, well, I like ‘im too. But I ain’t sure if these’re MY feelins’ or Marilyn is astral projectin’ into me and tryin’ to live her life through me, which I AIN’T FOND OF THE NOTION!
But remember, dis was all pretend, yeah? I still got no idea of this love triangle that you’re blabbin’ on about.