#wrongwiththisright

Lobo burst through Ed’s roof, crash landing in the middle of a scheming session, the table under him shattering. The alien looked up. “Heya babe! Oh, ya won’t believe what I just found!!” He hopped up, grabbing Ed by the hand, his other carried what looked like a vinyl record. He was followed by a slobbering, panting Dawg. 

The Czarnian found one of Ed’s record players, slamming the vinyl down. “This was my old band back on Czarnia! The Main Man and Several Scumbags, the name wuz my idea harhar!” He smiled, pressing the needle down, his eyes filled with excitement. 

“If he likes you, the abbreviated explanation to taking Oswald down is asking nicely.”

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Oswald’s gaze was momentarily fixated on Edward’s apron and the reddish orange lettering upon the green fabric. It was a bit sardonic given his particular situation (Though he was sure Edward was unaware.) but nevertheless Oswald tor his gaze away. He chose instead to focus upon the peculiar cake decorating that Edward was partaking in. Though he wasn’t entirely sure why Edward was doing this in the first place. 

He knew Edward would be upset with such a stubborn stance, yet he simply would not understand. No one seemed to no matter how often he took time to explain it all. To add to it all Edward specifically is a particularly stubborn and arrogant man. His grasp on Scarface tightened as he listened to the other’s rambling. He nearly spoke too quickly for him to keep up with. 

“Mr. Nygma--” Penn attempted to speak, scoffing slightly, “Mr. Nygma if you could please just listen to me.” He hadn’t ventured here simply to be scolded by the other. Edward was especially lucky that Scarface was currently suffering injuries of sorts otherwise this conversation certainly would have went much differently.