"Ugh, it's way too damn boring around here these days."

The boar’s gut would gurgle and rumble ominously… “Rrgh…”

He’s snoring up a storm, sleeping in the middle of a dirt path.

“Incoming!”

... ... ... He's gonna keep his distance for now.

“That red runt’s in for it now…” <—- Clueless

“Hrrrrnh. I’m in the mood to crush someone into the dirt.”

He squints. Damn suspiciously red looking fly.

Funnier than you, pipsqueak.

Yeah? Let’s hear a joke then.

…That’s a pretty crummy joke. What’s so funny about… … HEY!

Yeah? Well, I got a good rebuttal to that. Knuckles!

Ugh.

“Gotta say, I don’t look half bad in pants.”

Living on an island in the clouds makes weather easy to predict. It would rain soon.

“Pfft, yeah right. Like I’m gonna believe that—“ KRA-THOOM! A storm whips up almost immediately,

“To crush you in the dirt…is what I’d usually say, but I’m here on business this time.”

“My business is…none of your business! Why the hell should I tell you, huh? Just be glad I’m not here for you and deal with it.”

“Yeah?” He snorts, boldly stomping over until his huge gut stood right in front of Knuckles’s face. “I ain’t budging.”