Awh, that’s a cute thought— I don’t do friendships though, because friendships suggest you’re on the same level as someone, and every one of you peasants are beneath me.

Hopefully, me. But no, really. Cheshire, Oogie, Zira, or even the new girl, Sabor, all seem good candidates. It just depends on who wants to break out their bitch first.

Well there’s the theory that maybe she actually does. But honestly, have you looked around? Can you blame her for having a stick up her ass? So far she’s only been particularly touchy with the STD factory, the mess of a ringmaster, and the boy that looks like a regurgitated carpet. Interacting with any of the above would probably put a stick up your ass too.

Without much more as a by your leave, Leroy hauled back and slammed his fist into Sabor's stomach and jumped the fuck out of the way before she regained herself. Where the fuck were all these fighting girls coming from? It was usually the fucking boys who got into the fights, but now they had brought in some cage fighters. It was a wonder Sabor wasn't one. Hearing she was a tightrope walker was so goddamned strange he had been certain he hadn't heard her right. What the hell was she doing up there when she could probably make some money beating the shit out of people?

At least, that was the way she talked. Maybe she was just a big talker, a big mouth without anything to back it up on. Should he feel bad for taking the first swing at her? Probably not. He didn't feel anything for it anyway. 

He needed a fight. A proper fight. One that might end up slamming his head into unconsciousness. He didn't give a shit either way. 

I never really asked what it was you do around here.