"Admit it, Greed...." Jansen sighed. " You're salty, want revenge, and are a total beta simp, so you finally caved into pressure to off me, hoping to get dat pooty tang."
"Beta simps want sex but can't get it, so they pretend they don't care," Grey rolled his eyes. "I can but don't. If you insist on being a tool, call me a pansy or question my sexuality like a reasonable asshole."
"Don't evade the subject," the tri-tail lamented. "You're leaving me exposed, with only your gun as protection, which, statistically, won't don't jack against a Rikillian. You're attempting to get me killed, aren't you?"
"Hoh?" Greed mused. "You can communicate your ideas? I didn't think you were capable; how peculiar."
Jansen's face contorted, his eyes blazing with indignation.
