You've got some kind of attitude, punk!! [ Nailed it. Namur's totally not like 10 years older than him, he nailed it. He's in a yellow spandex jumpsuit, trying to collect physical manifestations of his own happy memories, being relentlessly pursued by ghost men who want to ruin his happy memories, and a pushy fishman is shouting directions to him from the sidelines.
Sometimes in life, a man gets called Clownshit and it's the least unusual thing happening.
And sometimes when an onlooker is offering free advice, it's better to take advantage of what he can get. As much as he's bitching about it, Corazon still turns on his heel with a frustrated growl. He tries not to think about how long he has until he trips and rolls into a full pack of ghosts. That line of thought always becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. ]
Namur
You've got some kind of attitude, punk!! [ Nailed it. Namur's totally not like 10 years older than him, he nailed it. He's in a yellow spandex jumpsuit, trying to collect physical manifestations of his own happy memories, being relentlessly pursued by ghost men who want to ruin his happy memories, and a pushy fishman is shouting directions to him from the sidelines.
Sometimes in life, a man gets called Clownshit and it's the least unusual thing happening.
And sometimes when an onlooker is offering free advice, it's better to take advantage of what he can get. As much as he's bitching about it, Corazon still turns on his heel with a frustrated growl. He tries not to think about how long he has until he trips and rolls into a full pack of ghosts. That line of thought always becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. ]
Damn it-! Fine! Which way to the next light?