The bedraggled dramatist is the slime of the earth, hole in the ground exclusively for themselves and shamelessly retreating from harm's way even if that damage is about to hit the All-Loving Hero that honourable saved his or her existence two seconds ago. They'll take every plus and are not above victimisation dishonorable tactics and dusty tricks, but they'll cry and moan all instance the tables are soured and cause uses the same military science against them, asks for a volunteer, or reminds them of that promise they made. Often afloat of savage plans for anyone they dislike, as long as they aren't in need of that person's skills at the moment.
I was at my friend’s house, and he was upstair fetching a shower. He has the hottest, sexiest woman whom I died to see naked. This one day, as I was playing with my telephone camera, she comes into the abode all peeved off around something, holding some pink panties in her hand.