“Ah, Sixer. Wasn't it delightful how our fates intertwined? Sure, he's got that whole 'saving the world' thing going on, but deep down, I know he misses our getaways.
You should have stayed with me! We could have ruled EVERYTHING together! But oh, nooo, you had to play the role of the responsible adult, the hero, didn't you?
I saw the glimmer in your eye whenever we hung out together, even if you tried to act all high and mighty with your IQ and science mumbo jumbo. Deny it all you want, but I know you felt a thrill.
And now, you're out there, hiding in your little boat, pretending you don't think about the good old days. However, let's not kid ourselves—I know you zapped your brother with that memory gun while I was busy in his mindscape, but who else is going to give you the praise you crave? No one! No one else in WHOLE multiverse will ever live up to giving you that rush of validation quite like I do. You need me, Stanford.
Huh, looks like I'm getting a bit carried away! Maybe I'll drop by—just to remind you how much fun we could have had together. After all, what's life without a little danger, right?
So here's to you, Fordsy! May your journals be ever torn, and your boats forever unstable. Cheers to our 'friendship', shall we?”
It's clear that the victim perceives Stanford Pines as not just as a former ally, but as a figure of missed potential. How curious. I'll need to dig deeper into their interactions to understand the full scope of this connection.