"Thith might come ath a thurprithe for you, wiggler, but thith ithn't Alternia, and they don't really care about our comfort."

He scoffs, crossing his arms. It's...kind of nice, to know that he's no longer the lowest blood around - those damn mutants don't count - but it figures that the next lowblood to get dragged in would be a brat. "Motht trollth here don't have problemth with doorth, tho I gueth that maketh you the abnormal one."