Don't even think he was tryin'. I wouldn't try if I was against us, neitha.

"See, da Boss takes every game he plays real serious-like." "He's competitive down to da core. Anytime he does anything, he wants to be da best at it."

"I ain't sayin' I do, neitha." "Just dat he gets pretty uh...pretty carried away wit it."

"Well uh..." "Da boss HATES Mario Kart." "I mean he really, really, REALLY hates it."

"Huh...well I guess they do." "Boss really likes dose games. There's one where ya get ta do backflips in a dinosaur."

Why is da Boss arguin' with an entire company again about their go kart game? This has gotta be da third time it's happened.

The seabird starts grasping at his own head. "AAAAGH, can't we just have a fight be a fight!? I mean...look don't take dis da wrong way but...I ain't really into ya, ya know...I just wanna test my strength against someone strong."

"IT AIN'T A-" "Hrrrg...Stop callin' it a date. I ain't tryin' ta kiss ya, I'm tryin' ta break your freakin' ankle!"

"Don't start actin' cute. We just got some unfinished business, dat's all."

"..." "You." @andiamthewalrus.bsky.social

(( Was looking up VA opportunities to be Storm and uhhh... )) (( Hmmm this icon for Storm here is...familiar. ))

Gotta always hang onto da good stuff. Like Randy Savage vs Ricky da Dragon Steamboat.

What's wrong wit havin' wrestlin' tapes on VHS? Dat's da best way ta watch wrestlin'.

"Eh, Never said I cared. Buncha dummies wanna mouth off, I'll shut 'em up da best way I know how."

"An' people try ta call me dopey."

Lemme tell ya somethin. Da trick ta good pizza starts wit buildin strength in da dough. Ya fold it a bunch and it gets strong enough ta stretch by hand. You take a rollin pin to pizza dough and I take a rollin pin ta you.

Not to correct ya or nuthin', Boss... But I already MADE da pizza. You want a slice?

"Heh...like it!," the seabird proudly puffs out his chest. "Got da recipie while we was in Spagonia!"

[ Storm immediately pulls the plate away. ] "Nuh-uh! You ain't takin' another!" "I ain't no screwup! And I'm tired of ya tellin me dat I am!"

Storm's face lit up at first...though quickly faded away. "Well...y-yeah, but...den it wouldn't be da same kinda sandwich. I wouldn't be doin' da origins of da recipe any justice." "And whaddya mean, someone like me? I know what I'm doin!"

At which point, the seabird snatches back one of them. "One." "You get one...just like everyone else."

[ Storm watched silently, hands clasped together in eager anticipation to see what the kangahog would think of his cooking. ]

(( Ooops I responded to a regular reply with a quote but uhhh screw it I've got a headache and can't think gud no mores. ))

"No need." "Yer a Rogue, after all. We look out for each other. Dat's what da Boss tells me and dat's what I'll tell you."

Storm is currently loading a plate full of croque monsieur sandwiches into a toaster oven. Ham and parmesan sandwiches with worcestershire sauce then topped with more cheese and sauce. As always...he's making a little too much for just the Rogues, so anyone's free to grab a bite.

"DON'T INTERRUPT ME WHEN I'M DOIN' EENIE MEENIE MINEY MOE."

The seabird points at Sonic. "𒄀𒄀𒋠𒁠𒄀" Then at himself. "𒈀𒄀𒄀𒋠𒁠𒄀" Then at Sonic again. "𒈀𒁠𒋠𒄀𒌠" And again at himself. "𒈀𒀭𒄀"

"𒁠𒑑𒈀𒑊𒀀𒑊𒃀𒄀𒋠𒄀𒋀𒁠𒀠𒑊𒃠𒊠𒄀𒀀𒆠𒑊𒀀𒋠𒂠𒑊𒁠𒑑𒈀𒑊𒋠𒀭𒋀𒑊𒋠𒀭𒊠𒈀𒀀𒇠𒑊𒊀𒀭𒑊𒌠𒀭𒆭𒑊𒃀𒀭𒋀𒑊𒀀𒑊𒋀𒆤𒄀𒋠𒋀𒌠𒑚𒃠𒁠𒆀𒄀𒑊𒀀𒋀𒑊𒁀𒄀𒊀𒋀𒑊𒀀𒋀𒑊𒁀𒄀𒀀𒋀𒑊𒈀𒄀𒑋𒑊𒋀𒄠𒄀𒋠𒑊𒌠𒀭𒆭𒑊𒀀𒂠𒂠𒑊𒆠𒆭𒊠𒋀𒑊𒀀𒋠𒃀𒇠𒄀𒑊𒋀𒀭𒑊𒋀𒄠𒄀𒑊𒈀𒁠𒊤𒑎𒑊𒌠𒀭𒆭𒊠𒑊𒀠𒄠𒀀𒋠𒀠𒄀𒊀𒑊𒀭𒃠𒑊𒆤𒁠𒋠𒋠𒁠𒋠𒃀𒑊𒂠𒊠𒀀𒊀𒋀𒁠𒀠𒑊𒃀𒀭𒑊𒂠𒀭𒆤𒋠𒑋" "𒌠𒀭𒆭𒑊𒊀𒄀𒄀𒑊𒀀𒋀𒑊𒋀𒄠𒄀𒑊𒋀𒄠𒊠𒄀𒄀𒑚𒆤𒀀𒌠𒑊𒀀𒋀𒑊𒊀𒀀𒀠𒊠𒁠𒃠𒁠𒀠𒄀𒑊𒌠𒀭𒆭𒑊𒃀𒀭𒋀𒑊𒀀𒑊𒐃𒐃𒑊𒐁𒑜𒐃𒊠𒂠𒑊𒁭𒄀𒊠𒀠𒄀𒋠𒋀𒑊𒀠𒄠𒀀𒋠𒀠𒄀𒑊𒀭𒃠𒑊𒆤𒁠𒋠𒋠𒁠𒋠𒃀𒑋𒑊𒁀𒆭𒋀𒑊𒈀𒄀𒑎𒑊𒁠𒑑𒆀𒄀𒑊𒃀𒀭𒋀𒑊𒀀𒑊𒐆𒐆𒑊𒀀𒋠𒂠𒑊𒐂𒑜𒐃𒊠𒂠𒊀𒑊𒁭𒄀𒊠𒀠𒄀𒋠𒋀𒑊𒀠𒄠𒀀𒋠𒀠𒄀𒑋"

"𒌠𒀭𒆭𒑊𒆠𒋠𒀭𒆤𒑊𒋀𒄠𒄀𒌠𒑊𒊀𒀀𒌠𒑊𒀀𒇠𒇠𒑊𒈀𒄀𒋠𒑊𒀀𒊠𒄀𒑊𒀠𒊠𒄀𒀀𒋀𒄀𒂠𒑊𒄀𒄭𒆭𒀀𒇠𒑌𒑊𒁀𒆭𒋀𒑊𒌠𒀭𒆭𒑊𒇠𒀭𒀭𒆠𒑊𒀀𒋀𒑊𒈀𒄀𒑊𒀀𒋠𒂠𒑊𒌠𒀭𒆭𒑊𒇠𒀭𒀭𒆠𒑊𒀀𒋀𒑊𒊀𒀀𒈀𒀭𒀀𒑊𒈠𒀭𒄀𒑊𒀀𒋠𒂠𒑊𒌠𒀭𒆭𒑊𒀠𒀀𒋠𒑊𒊀𒄀𒄀𒑊𒋀𒄠𒀀𒋀𒑊𒊀𒋀𒀀𒋀𒄀𒈀𒄀𒋠𒋀𒑊𒁠𒊀𒑊𒋠𒀭𒋀𒑊𒋀𒊠𒆭𒄀𒑋𒑊𒋠𒀭𒊠𒈀𒀀𒇠𒇠𒌠𒑊𒁠𒃠𒑊𒌠𒀭𒆭𒑊𒆤𒄀𒊠𒄀𒑊𒋀𒀭𒑊𒃀𒀭𒑊𒀭𒋠𒄀𒑊𒀭𒋠𒑊𒀭𒋠𒄀𒑊𒆤𒁠𒋀𒄠𒑊𒀀𒋠𒀭𒋀𒄠𒄀𒊠𒑊𒆤𒊠𒄀𒊀𒋀𒇠𒄀𒊠𒑌𒑊𒌠𒀭𒆭𒑊𒃀𒀭𒋀𒑊𒀀𒑊𒃠𒁠𒃠𒋀𒌠𒑚𒃠𒁠𒃠𒋀𒌠𒑊𒊀𒄠𒀭𒋀𒑊𒀀𒋀𒑊𒆤𒁠𒋠𒋠𒁠𒋠𒃀"

"Bring it on, leatherface! I'll skin ya and make a handbag outta yer hide!" Storm was getting straight to business, throwing his weight into a bull-headed charge before extending his arm out to try and clothesline the croc.

Don't need a time and place. I'll beat ya stupid right here, right now!

"Dat's da kinda talk I love ta hear! I'm good anytime, pal!"

What's dat suppos'ta mean!? A chump like you oughtta be honored I'm even considerin' throwin' hands wit you!

Oh yeah? Well if dat's da case, you ain't gonna have any problems pickin' a fight wit me. If you ain't lyin' through yer teeth.

Dis is muscle, chump. Real muscle, da type fer liftin' semi trucks over yer head. What's da most you lift? Some diapers for da little twerp ya got followin' ya around?

I dunno, you're lookin' pretty flabby. Maybe you should be listenin' up.

"Y'know how most guys got a filter so all dem thoughts dat people think on accident don't get said out loud?" "Boss don't got dat." "He just says things."

Sometimes wit da boss, I wish I didn't.

Boss...why... ... Why are you so specific when ya say dese things?

"Uh...I dunno what we're fightin' 'bout, but I always love ta fight!"

How does da boss do a better job of pickin' fights den me?

THROW IT IN DA OCEAN WE ARE CAUSIN' A COMMOTION COME CHUCK IT IN THE WATAH NO ONE'LL TRY AND STOP YA

"You been good to us...and you been good to da Boss." "Why wouldn't I accept ya?"

"Aye. I'll keep a watch on Cloud, den. Make sure nobody's givin' her no trouble."

"After dis, yeah." "We oughtta do like da boss said and start lookin' for dat stupid-lookin battery chick...keep an eye on 'er and make sure she don't do nuthin' we'll make 'er regret."

"I...I ain't got an answer to dat." "My ancestors didn't keep many records 'bout what dey did, only a few of 'em talkin' bout their regret." "Da most I know 'bout is bout da guardian of Babylon Garden."

"Dat..." He pauses. "Dat...makes a lot more sense." Storm starts walking, expecting Zeena to follow. "Da ancient Babylonians...dey...we did a lot of experiments, turnin' our own into guardians, makin' new guardians." "So what yer talkin' bout? Dat don't seem too farfetched."

He shakes his head. "Nuthin' I eva heard 'bout dat." "What da heck is it?"