[There's a lot here to process, and Guzma's face scrunches up as he's tugged toward this so-called school that just appeared out of hecking no where for some reason. He wouldn't mind a few bandaids - he needs them for all the scratches on his arms - but he puts on the brakes the moment Ren mentions she now has magic, nearly yaking the poor girl back into him. He really is an anchor, and when he says 'stop', those much smaller and lighter than him will indeed stop.]

Alright, what the heck is going on here? Since when did you learn magic? We've never had a school on this dang island and I doubt even the rabbit could toss one up in that short amount'a time. Plus, unless someone got to breeding 'em, we've never had so many flea-bitten hairballs wandering around here before. I can't walk around without nearly stepping on one!! Heaven forbid anyone has a stinking allergy, otherwise they'd be dead in seconds just breathing in the fuzz these mewling tumblweeds are hacking up.

[Is someone messing with him? Messing with his little sister? Because that is a surefire way to tick Guzma off...and he's not one you want to anger, or be around when he's angry.]