— 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✨

“And he wonders why he wasn’t invited to the Guild.” 🙄

/can’t be a crocodile writer if you don’t utilize Dan’s pocket sand from King of the Hill at least once 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

“How *underwhelming*. But if that’s what keeps you out of my way, I’ll keep out of yours.”

Ew, a clown fish.

Good morning. Except you’re Daflamingo. I hope you bite your cheek.

“Are you *still* grasping at the diminishing remains of a kingdom that has fallen? If that’s all you have to show of your achievements, then your boasting is emptier than your squawking.”

“You seem so keen on bragging about these grand ideas, despite the lack of *action* that has happened since the launch of my new organization. Already, I’ve gotten wannabe big name rookies delivering me the heads of marines. “You, on the other hand, have done nothing but sing.”

“Is that right? It’s amusing you think you spewing such nonsense will invoke some sort of meaningful response. Indulge me, what kind of *schemes* are you plotting from your birdcage?”

“For how much you seem to mock it, you seem to can’t stop squawking about my Cross Guild. Is this your retaliation for never receiving an invitation?”

“What a shame; I was certain that you’d bite at such a unique opportunity. I suppose just like most birds, you are merely for show.”

“As a previous owner of a profitable casino, I can assure that fun can be had. Perhaps if you let me draw on you with my hook, we can see who is truly the dry one.”