he hits his paw against his chest in a little gangster manner; he knows it's considered wrong, but wrong is right ( and cool ) when it involves stupid hoodlums— still holding ground! in fact, he feels he's got to be tougher— so he barks with no bite, takes a deep breath in to gather courage, before walking up to joker's front and craning his neck back to see him better— why do they have to be so tall . . . !
"while you dudes be turning soft i stay hard! yeah— soft like my night pillow ready to get slept on!"
he's being really stupid— to attempt provocation with joker's pokemon right there. but you see, he stays hard.
he even attempts some kind of breakdance move— the want-to-be scrafty in him can't resist. alas, he has no balance or even actual practice, hence him twirling on the ground like a kid that saw it on tv once and thinks he can dance.
these things fall out of his skinpants, though. still fresh with price tags and everything.
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he hits his paw against his chest in a little gangster manner; he knows it's considered wrong, but wrong is right ( and cool ) when it involves stupid hoodlums— still holding ground! in fact, he feels he's got to be tougher— so he barks with no bite, takes a deep breath in to gather courage, before walking up to joker's front and craning his neck back to see him better— why do they have to be so tall . . . !
"while you dudes be turning soft i stay hard! yeah— soft like my night pillow ready to get slept on!"
he's being really stupid— to attempt provocation with joker's pokemon right there. but you see, he stays hard.
he even attempts some kind of breakdance move— the want-to-be scrafty in him can't resist. alas, he has no balance or even actual practice, hence him twirling on the ground like a kid that saw it on tv once and thinks he can dance.
these things fall out of his skinpants, though. still fresh with price tags and everything.
uh . . . ]