[Guzma barks out a laugh, short and swift and with every bit of acid he can spit out between. Unhelpful and unnecessary? Please. He's not here to debate anything, or delegate calmly and rationally - idiots like that with their heads so far up their own asses don't listen to anything or anyone but what's force-fed to them...or their own hot air. He bursts the princess' bubble, and he has absolutely no regret at all. If anything, he regrets not holding her head in the fire and searing her damn lips shut.]
Not no more I ain't, but that's neither here nor there. [A shrug. Team Skull was an organization to some, especially its members. A criminal organization of stupid hoodlum kids with time on their hands and a bad reputation and hatred of those that wronged them. Of the poor hand they were dealt. And Guzma's been steering that ship for years.] And y'all know I meant, Muffy, you can cut that out. You sided with the dumb broad with a big mouth, tossing them kids under the bus so she could whine about herself.
Honestly, I thought you was smarter, but hey! You're right. I ain't y'all's boss...and y'can do whatever the heck y'all wanna do. [His smug expression falls a little at "not abandonning him". Hah, yeah sure...okay. Big words, madam, but you've yet to prove that. And Guzma's not the faithful sort.] Oh yeah, I had myself my disagreements, yup.
Don't no one remain conscious when they tel me they got a bone to pick, but then again, that was back when I was a lot worse'n I am now. I mean, look at me actually listening to what you're saying! Do I get a gold star? An A for effort? Or are y'all gonna try'n tell me we good to go, because I ain't a dummy, girlie. And disagreements ain't so easily fixed with a bunch'a fancy words and promises.
Not for me. [No, you have to prove you're in good standing with Guzma. You have to earn his trust and respect back. He has been burned time and time again; scorned, abandoned, and used by people he trusted. He's sick of it. He's sick of being a rag people can wipe their hands on and toss aside.] Tell me what y'all want from me, Muffet.
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Not no more I ain't, but that's neither here nor there. [A shrug. Team Skull was an organization to some, especially its members. A criminal organization of stupid hoodlum kids with time on their hands and a bad reputation and hatred of those that wronged them. Of the poor hand they were dealt. And Guzma's been steering that ship for years.] And y'all know I meant, Muffy, you can cut that out. You sided with the dumb broad with a big mouth, tossing them kids under the bus so she could whine about herself.
Honestly, I thought you was smarter, but hey! You're right. I ain't y'all's boss...and y'can do whatever the heck y'all wanna do. [His smug expression falls a little at "not abandonning him". Hah, yeah sure...okay. Big words, madam, but you've yet to prove that. And Guzma's not the faithful sort.] Oh yeah, I had myself my disagreements, yup.
Don't no one remain conscious when they tel me they got a bone to pick, but then again, that was back when I was a lot worse'n I am now. I mean, look at me actually listening to what you're saying! Do I get a gold star? An A for effort? Or are y'all gonna try'n tell me we good to go, because I ain't a dummy, girlie. And disagreements ain't so easily fixed with a bunch'a fancy words and promises.
Not for me. [No, you have to prove you're in good standing with Guzma. You have to earn his trust and respect back. He has been burned time and time again; scorned, abandoned, and used by people he trusted. He's sick of it. He's sick of being a rag people can wipe their hands on and toss aside.] Tell me what y'all want from me, Muffet.