"Such harsh words for someone so... Short." -> He chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest, leaning down towards the magician's height. This fucking 7'0 bastard. "And please, do tell me, what do I owe the pleasure of having you here?"

"Why do I do this?" -> The floated by the healer, snatching up his little nurse's hat without a second thought. He spun around midair, popping up the F3X box and dropping the hat inside. "I'm sadistic, little healer. I enjoy their screams, their fear. It's fun to cause chaos, you know?" -> He tosses the box up to his shoulder, letting it roll down his arm and land within his palm, the box spitting out the healer's hat. Oh, the bastard changed the color and size of it. "And there's not much someone like you can do to stop me."

"Oh. Him."

"The others, hm?" "Pursuer's just... A dog, I suppose. At least it hasn't tried killing and eating me so there's some bonus points there. Funny how I can beat it in an arm wrestling much." "Don't care much for Badware or Killdroid. They're both too annoying for my taste. Also Killdroid gets on Arty's nerves a lot." "Harken is... Harken. Can't really get much out of her when the slightest sound makes her act like she's on her period." [Can constructs even get periods?] "Arty's always been a favorite... Real cute when he gets all flustered..."

"Another me?" -> He chuckles. "My, my! I am quite the handsome devil, aren't I?"

"Blue's not a personal favorite of mine, but I do like using it sometimes when I decide to build."

-> He did, in fact, think fast and moved out of the way, snorting softly at the brick hit an unknowing Pursuer. "Good luck with that."