“You're my only rival-bes— hang on, I may be dumb but I ain't stupid.”

“Ah, gotta love those two and their bickering~. Now if only they’d do it naked and in a springs..” 💕

“Awwww, you're not afraid of me anymore? Look at the heroic puppy, finally growing into his big dog loincloth. Unfortunately for you, I'll have to fix that.~”

“I'm feelin' romantical.”

“Alright, punching bag, c'mooooon out.”

“Weeeeeak.”

“Hey, hey, weaklings. Get to bowing, raise the applause. Y'er champ is here.”

“Volga's a stupid mutt and I hate his guts. Screw him AND his firm, poundable ass.”

“TCH! YEAH!? BRING IT, YA' DUMB DOG. I'LL BLOAT YOUR GUT WITH PANTHER JIZZ.” are these even threats anymore.

“Once again takin' volunteers for punching bags. You get nothing other than the honour of getting beaten within an inch of your life on a daily basis by yours truly.”

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗. 💀’s insides,

Y'all know the drill.

Aht, remember what we agreed on about m'public image.

😒 Rolls eyes and leans over table.

Fine, screw it then. I'll be huntin'.