cut him off
With a look of panic, he quickly agrees.
Excellent, you think.
"But if you don't mind me asking, an army for what?" he
whispers.
"And if I do mind you asking, you didn't really leave me a
choice, did you?" you reply. He cowers. You enjoy this kind of
power, too. You answer him, "For revenge. I don't get mad. I get
even."
"That was a rhetorical question," you tell him before he has
a chance to finish his sentence. You continue, "In any case, I'm
building an army. Either you join it now, or I will make the rest of
your life miserable."
