Samael is too busy enjoying his food to even ponder what a glorified sex doll like Jenny Myst has to say about him. 

But if he were wasting precious food time ruminating on what this living breathing canker sore has to say about him, it'd probably go something like this.   

So let me get this straight Jen Jen. You have now claimed TWICE that I'm is nothing but background noise that is beneath your attention. But TWICE you have responded to me with whole ass promos mewling about how you're not an illogical idiot and in fact better than everyone else. 

This is just Jenny Myst, the same purestrain moron she's always been for 7+ years, telling on herself again. Because for as voraciously as Jenny claims I'm insecure, she's the one allowing me to press the button on Sex Metal Barbie over and over again, making her sing and dance. She's the one who feels the need to defend herself repeatedly against a man who will never EVER see her as more than a set of fuckable orifices all the while claiming she stopped needing to "explain herself to men who confuse verbosity with value". 

She's the one refusing to put up her dukes and fight for her honor under the guise of "consulting" all the while pursuing the Xtreme championship. A hollow lie for a hollow, indefensibly stupid woman. 

Jenny Myst, same as she ever was. 

But at least this time it came with a modicum of insight. 

"Jenny Myst evaporates from your mind like she always does once a real woman enters your orbit."

Yes, Jenny, once a REAL WOMAN enters my orbit. A REAL WOMAN, and not just the prattling miasma of insececurity and PTSD best known for getting slapped around by Chris Chaos. 

At least that's what Sam would be thinking if he hadn't found something far more interesting to focus on than some overly verbose moron who doesn't know when she's showed her whole ass. 

Nevertheless, something in his sex charged animal brain "clicks" right before Jenny leaves the room. With a piece of greasy egg roll half hanging out of his mouth, he opens his mouth to sputter at Jenny, 

TITS OR GET THE FUCK OUT!

Sam sprays Jenny's pants with bits of salivated on egg roll as he shouts at her. But naturally, having been thoroughly cowed, she still leaves.