Beldin: You can't fucking hurt me, bitch. I'm protected by the migratory bird act.

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Beldin: You can't fucking hurt me, bitch. I'm protected by the migratory bird act.

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From Star Wars Vol. 3 #007, “Predators”
Art by Ramon Rosanas and Rachelle Rosenberg
Written by Charles Soule
Sometimes a family is a pair of weird magic twins who finish each other's sentences, a grumpy old man who uses insults to communicate affection, an immortal miscreant with a thing for wolves, his badass immortal daughter, her supportive husband, her adopted sons and daughter in law, and the God who looks out for them. And that's okay.
Belgarath: If Beldin says a joke and it's funny I wait until I get home to laugh.
Aldur: The good always die young...
Beldin: Phew, good thing that I am so incredibly awful.

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Vella: I love you.
Beldin: Really? You do? But I'm ugly.
Vella: I don't love you for your looks—
Beldin: Well, I don’t have a great personality either.
Beldin, telepathically: Turn around!
Beldin: In the other direction!
Beldin: No turn around again!
Belgarath, telepathically: Dude where are you?! I don’t see you?
Beldin: I’m in Mallorea. But the thought of you aimlessly turning around in circles amused me lol.
Polgara: Uncle, pass my bag.
Beldin: What’s the magic word?
Polgara: Or else.