❝See? Plants can’t lie and they agree with me.❞

"He is also an idiot."

But it is true that being rigid all of the time can be tiring.

"I'm gonna break his arms."

❝A beatin’? Gyeheh, maybe later, got a show later, bub!❞ Decayed features pull back into an all-too jovial grin. ❝Have a chuckle, old man, life’s too short to be a prune for most of it! Well, short for everyone but me, gahaha!❞

"Aren't you already a dead man walking? Just don't stir up any trouble in your 'show'. I don't want to hear it from you later."

❝Phffft, yea alright, man, get in line with the rest of the parents sweatin’ over heavy metal.❞

"Yes. Prunes are good." He has no idea what those are, and still perceives it exclusively as an insult from Raptor.

"I'll break the line AND your face if I hear any terrible lines getting sung by kids tomorrow."

❝Lemme know if they’ve got to balls to recite the chorus to “Rotten Vulgaria”, it’s debutin’ tonight!❞

"I will let you know." For how calmly that was said, it still very much sound like a threat.

"Hi - plant here! Over watering is a thing! I can say when I've had enough, but regular plants can't! Please be careful when watering your babies!"

Making notes. He should be encouraging ecosystem friendly activities over whatever music that zombie wants to popularize, if only to antagonize him.

Watering his garden of carnivorous plants with a watering pail full of blood.

❝Y’know, I like your style, pops. Why don’tcha swing by the show ya’self? Tell’em ol’ Zabel sent us, they’ll give ya a free t-shirt!❞

"Is this a joke? I won't go to a stupid musical show. And even less wear one of your shirts." Asura has nothing better to do, and nobody ever invites him to anything, so he's more likely to go than he's letting out on.

❝Right soz, mate, I’m sure it gets in th’ way of ya’ schedule of bein’ a stick in th’ mud.❞ Nonetheless, he flicks a ticket from his jacket pocket for the fella. ❝Think ‘bout it, my man!❞

The ticket is received and stared at for longer than it had to be. If he really had no interest, it would have been thrown away. But it got pocketed instead. Hmm. "My schedule is mine alone to care about. Get out of here, undead."

On cue, here comes a Vespa-styled vehicle, though rather than wheels it moves along the ground with giant insectoid legs. Upon this curious steed, Raptor takes a seat. ❝I’ll be on the lookout for that mug! Don’t forget, autographs after the show! ♪❞

Oh my Deus, he's going to break his face so bad.