1.2 scale of good people

The well-built man, with a menacing aura, approached Mabus with a confident stride. His bulging muscles seemed to ripple beneath his skin as he moved, his eyes gleaming with a sinister intent. Mabus, feeling a surge of fear, took a step back, his eyes fixed on the man's chiseled face.

"What do you want to do to me?" Mabus asked, his voice trembling slightly, as he tried to hide his vulnerability.

The man's grin grew wider, his teeth gleaming like polished ivory. "I need your money, rich kid," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "You're swimming in cash, and I'm here to collect."

Mabus's face contorted in a mix of fear and sarcasm, his eyes twitching with disbelief. His lips curled into a snarl, his voice laced with incredulity. "Rich kid?" he repeated, his tone mocking. "I'm poor, I left my dad's house with nothing. Who told you I had money?"

The man's grin never wavered, his eyes glinting with amusement. "A group of house scammers I know, they told me all about you. they are not small People,you should be happy boy that they only scammed you, their criminal empire spans across the Hosco's."

The man's words continued and dripped with arrogance as he revealed his connection to the house scammers. "These group of house scammers they are not to be messed with," he said, his voice laced with a smug confidence. "And let me tell you, their criminal empire spans across the Hosco's. They're the best in the business, and they always get what they want."

As the man boasted, Mabus's face transformed into a sinister-looking mask. His eyes narrowed, his eyebrows furrowed, and his lips pursed in a snarl. His mind raced with rage and betrayal, his thoughts consumed by the group of house scammers who had already swindled him. It wasn't enough that they had scammed him once; now, they had brought in this thug to rob him again.

The man, oblivious to Mabus's seething anger, continued to brag about the scammers' criminal exploits. But Mabus's patience had worn thin. With a sudden burst of adrenaline, he raised his fist and struck the man with a powerful punch.

Before the man could even react, he found himself flying towards the mega computers, his body crashing into the wall with a loud thud. It was as if Mabus had gained Superman's powers, his strength and speed amplified in a burst of fury.

The sound of cracking and crunching filled the air as the man's body slammed into the wall, his form crumpling like a rock thrown into a group of soft, yielding matters. The mega computers hummed ominously in the background, their screens flickering with an otherworldly glow. The man's eyes widened in shock, his face pale with fear, as he realized too late that he had underestimated Mabus's rage.

Mabus stood tall, his chest heaving with anger, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. His fist still clenched, he seemed ready to strike again, his body radiating an aura of power and fury. The air was heavy with tension, the silence deafening, as the man struggled to pick himself up from the floor.

Mabus's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, his face twisted in a snarl as he charged at the man. All his cowardice had vanished, replaced by a raw, primal fury that drove him to lash out with a hail of punches. His fists flew in rapid succession, each blow landing with a sickening thud, like a furious freezer pounding away at its target.

The man, paralyzed with fear, couldn't even raise his arms to defend himself. He stumbled backward, his eyes wide with terror, as Mabus's onslaught rained down on him. If he had been a good person, he might have cried out to God for mercy, begged for divine intervention to save him from this wrathful assault.

But it was too late for prayers. Mabus's wrath was unstoppable, his punches relentless. Blood dripped from the man's nose, trickling down his chin, as he crumpled to the ground, his miserable state a stark contrast to Mabus's towering fury.

The air was heavy with the stench of violence, the sound of punches echoing through the space like a deadly drumbeat. Mabus's rage consumed him, his body a blur of motion as he continued to pummel the man, his fists fueled by a burning desire to destroy.

Mabus's voice thundered through the air, his words dripping with venom and malice. "I'm gonna finish you!" he roared, his eyes blazing with fury. "You're a bad person, and it's fine that I finish you!" The sound of his voice echoed off the walls, making it seem like the devil himself was casting judgment upon the man.

Mabus's punches came in rapid succession, a whirlwind of fists that left the man reeling. He tried to defend himself, but it was no use. The blows came too quickly, too fiercely, and soon the man crumpled to the ground, unconscious before he even knew what hit him.

Mabus stood over him, his chest heaving with rage, his eyes still blazing with fury. "Get up, you fucking bastard!" he scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. He shuffled the man's limp form with his boots, as if he were kicking a pile of trash rather than a human being.

The air was heavy with tension, the silence deafening as Mabus's wrath hung in the balance, waiting to strike again. The man's limp form seemed to shrink into the ground, as if trying to escape the wrath that had been unleashed upon him.

Mabus's eyes blazed with intensity as he gazed at the twitching man, his voice a low, venomous growl. "Why are you still alive, man? Is your life made out of steel?" The words dripped with disdain, as if the very existence of this person was an affront to Mabus's own battered and bruised soul.

But then, Mabus's gaze shifted, his eyes turning inward as he confronted the darkness within himself. He knew he wasn't a good person, not entirely, anyway. He hovered at 1.2 on the scales of good people, a gray area that filled him with frustration and anger. How could life expect him to emerge unscathed, a perfect angel, after all the shit it had thrown his way?

Mabus's thoughts turned to the gods of the underworld, Grimripper and Hades, beings of unyielding fury and unrelenting justice. If he could be anyone, he would be one of them, unleashing his wrath upon those who wronged him without apology or remorse.

And then, his gaze snapped back to the man before him, his eyes burning with contempt. This pathetic excuse for a human being didn't even register on the scales of good people, a mere 0.0, a blank slate devoid of any redeeming qualities. Mabus's anger surged, his fists clenched, as he wondered why he even bothered with this waste of space.

The air was heavy with tension, the silence punctuated only by the man's labored breathing and Mabus's own ragged gasps, as if the very atmosphere was charged with the weight of his fury. The scene was a powder keg, waiting for the spark that would ignite the explosion of Mabus's wrath