The Masked Man covered his ears.

Oh, a whole army! Your mother must be so proud.

Hm, and just what are you going to do about my tone?

My mother is dead. She died a long time ago.

Really now? Well, if that’s what you think I cannot stop you.

It is a simple concept. You seem to overestimate your abilities.

I was created to command an army. There is no sense in thinking that my mind is “small” in the slightest. 

Hmph. I have no interest in entering your New Pork City so don’t you worry your little head.

Nevertheless, Commander, I’ll gladly accept your apology for making me explain a simple concept to you twice.

My... little head. I apologize, but my head is not small.

A super popular and cool gangster. Do you not know what a gangster is either or do I have to draw it out before you make me repeat it a hundred times.

I know what a gangster is. A ruffian who seeks to create their own semblance of an “organized” group who is dedicated to crime. I am afraid that if you were to step food into New Pork City, I would be required to have you forcibly removed.

You’re right it is a mouthful.

I am a gangster superstar, but I’ve shortened the name to accommodate the people. Maybe you should do so as well?

Gangstar. Superstar.

I apologize, there is nothing that coincides with ‘gangstar superstar’ that I know of. Superstar, perhaps, but I highly doubt you would fall under that classification of superstar. 

A gangstar, nice to meet you, um? Hm. Whoever you are.

The Commander of His Royal Majesty King Porky’s Pigmask Army.

A mouthful, in short.

I will avoid giving you the actual long version, as to save time and effort on my part.

i dont exist

An interesting dilemma. This website will not allow me to mention you.