@quiescence: (Shinigami 2.0 right here son :P)
The unpolished gunslinger's perpetual fanaticism with the Apex Vespa Nth predominantly conveyed an irreversibly ingrained inability to embrace unflattering opinions of the cabalistic Myrmidon. Retaining posh composure, the Knightfall Don's facial suavity experienced haughty embellishment via the narcissistic addition of a devilish smirk. "Hehe, I see", he tersely paused prior to lexical resumption. "The taste of Myrmidon's ass will never leave your mouth will it?", cavalier verbal mockery condescendingly adjoined by a sarcastically expressive series of taunting claps. "This knowledge you think you are relaying, tis clearly belief. Misguided belief. And your belief, is not required. I am an intellectual, not an ideological extremist".
Civilly rising from his seat with perpetual, distingue elegance, Andres cockily remarked, "It matters not though", aloofly straightening his modish, silk Zegna tie. "And to answer your question senor, my intention is simple. I'm going to whoop your boy's ass, then kill him. He is... a burden, too old for the new universe wouldn't you say? Adios", casting a conceited wink of taunting derision, the Martial Arts Einstein departs via instantaneous teleportation.