Soon enough, other members of the two rival gangs are coming out of the woodwork of trash and shanties and begin pointing fingers and shouting invective words at each other.
"Hey, Mr. Something Wrong! I bet you'll be picked up in the toilet right after this!"
"What now, float-heads? Gonna cry now? Where are those who promised that if they lost this gang war, they'll leave this continent, cut off their hands and feet, etc.? Idiots. Please take note that you are the minority – not the other way around."
"Ooh… I bet you're so broke, you can't even buy a kilogram of onions you will slice on your own and cry in the process. Boo-hoo."
"And you? You smell like onions! And you became a troll just to buy nothing but onions!"
"Arf! Arf! Arf! Bark like your abnormal 'hero'! In the end, the likes of you will always get beaten by your own stupidity!"
