[Guzma bites his lip, swallowing down the acidic retort about how he could easily do the same - pull this guy's leg...off - but he just takes a deep breath and stands up, shuffling away from him to be alone for a while...lest his temper get the better of him and he does something unwise.
The smart mouth here is right about one thing though, this conversation did stop being fun, and he's not sure if he'll reattempt another during the course of this expedition. God, he's really getting sick of people...this was a bad idea, and the loot they got didn't equal half of the trouble it took to get here.
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The smart mouth here is right about one thing though, this conversation did stop being fun, and he's not sure if he'll reattempt another during the course of this expedition. God, he's really getting sick of people...this was a bad idea, and the loot they got didn't equal half of the trouble it took to get here.
He's ready to peace the fuck out.]