Don't you pull that fucking backsies bullcrap on me!
[Rex is clearly irritated, but not in the general, unprovoked manner in which he was earlier. There is something deep-seated being touched upon here, and while his nostrils often flare for far lesser offenses, the seriousness of his demeanor indicates that a line has indeed been crossed.
And he isn't planning on forgiveness.]
We're not.
Let's get that outta the way real fast.
[There is so much that he wants to say. That heroes aren't the brightly colored panty-wearing nincompoops you see running around in the comics, and that they are real people with their own personal histories and problems.
Even so, Rex has noticed. So many of them hail from middle class families, or have loving partners and/or siblings that actually know they exist, but Rex has none of these things.
Well, he had one of them. It's just that he was so unused to being loved, he ruined that for himself too. Still, out of sheer spite, he will cling to staying on the roster, not even because it's what he thinks he deserves...
But because it's the only thing he's qualified to do. This is the only occupation he could hold without being thrown in jail.]
You wouldn't've been able to survive my raging dumpster-fest of a childhood, let alone my daily grind.
Watch your mouth the next time you decide you flap your shitty trap at me. If you aren't an internationally recognized superhero with a fucking license to kill, then you don't have the authority to dunk on how I do my job.
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[Rex is clearly irritated, but not in the general, unprovoked manner in which he was earlier. There is something deep-seated being touched upon here, and while his nostrils often flare for far lesser offenses, the seriousness of his demeanor indicates that a line has indeed been crossed.
And he isn't planning on forgiveness.]
We're not.
Let's get that outta the way real fast.
[There is so much that he wants to say. That heroes aren't the brightly colored panty-wearing nincompoops you see running around in the comics, and that they are real people with their own personal histories and problems.
Even so, Rex has noticed. So many of them hail from middle class families, or have loving partners and/or siblings that actually know they exist, but Rex has none of these things.
Well, he had one of them. It's just that he was so unused to being loved, he ruined that for himself too. Still, out of sheer spite, he will cling to staying on the roster, not even because it's what he thinks he deserves...
But because it's the only thing he's qualified to do. This is the only occupation he could hold without being thrown in jail.]
You wouldn't've been able to survive my raging dumpster-fest of a childhood, let alone my daily grind.
Watch your mouth the next time you decide you flap your shitty trap at me. If you aren't an internationally recognized superhero with a fucking license to kill, then you don't have the authority to dunk on how I do my job.
All that matters is that I'm still doin' it.
Point blank.