Yeah, those types.

The ones who think they're all about bein a goody-good. Those types make me sick.

Always holding me back.

I try to do a simple job, and what happens? Every SINGLE wannabe Pax has to stick their cute little noses in the main man's affairs!

So, from now on, I see someone I remotely think is going to cause me grief, it's on.

Oh, and Miss Schoolgirl, name the time and place, and we'll settle our differences.

Bring a lunch, it'll be a long one, kiddo.
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Yeah, it's that lovable elf, DigiGeist. Don't all jump up in admiration at once. Might cause the Earth to shift orbit. /sarcasm