Dude was a raving douchebag who decided to teach me everything I needed to learn the trade but refused to actually ever bother thinking that maybe I would like a 'hey good job' every now and again.

And then he'd always show up beaten to high hell and expect me to just take care of him like a nurse or some shit. And it's like--how unreasonable is that?! I'm eight! The fuck am I doing dressing your damn injuries?!