"I know how to make a bomb out of batteries, a balloon, some gravel, and a Red Bull can. Don't fuck with me Balena."

"Levati dai coglioni, boomer. Just cause you're insecure about your age doesn't mean you can talk shit to me."

"You're just ugly, that's why no one loves you sfigato."

"OH HELL NO, I'M A MINOR! AND NEURODIVERGENT!"

|| Quoting Frylock was not on my list of things to do today, but I did it.

"He can nuke deez nuts."

He's drinking a Prime™ sports drink. Specifically because he's a gremlin who likes bad YouTubers.

He pulls out a Super Soaker™, and he squirts Tez. Though, unfortunately the gun was not filled with water. It was filled with another, much more yellow liquid.

|| I hc Columbus Lily as 13-14 ish. He's old enough to understand the awful shit he says, but he also doesn't care.

"I got tired from carrying my team in Fortnite, dumbass. My room is that way." He would flail his hand forward and down the hall, the opposite direction Tex had been going.

"Bah, who cares about him. He doesn't matterrrrrr." He would groan out his words as if annoyed by the mere mention of his older self. If they were going to talk, the least he could do was make it interesting.

Trips and scrapes his knee.. Sits for a few minutes until he hears footsteps from the reader nearing him. Proceeds to start bawling for attention.

"Default dancing on your enemy's corpse is what we do nowadays Gramma. Keep up with the times." He was snapping his fingers at her as he spoke.

"Prolly old enough to be a granny. Well, whatevs, you got cash? I wanna get a skin and I'm not afraid to bum moolah off any rando I see." He would completely ignore her scolding.

"Whaaaaa? Aren't old ladies like you supposed to have like, a ton of cash saved up? C'moooooon, just a lil bit of cash won't hurt you? Alms for a poor kid who isn't loved by anyone?" He's gotten wide eyes as he stares up at her, trying to make himself seem like a sad puppy.

"Gyarrrrr raaaaaaar BRAAAAAAR!"