Storm the Albatross

Don't even think he was tryin'.

I wouldn't try if I was against us, neitha.

"See, da Boss takes every game he plays real serious-like."

"He's competitive down to da core. Anytime he does anything, he wants to be da best at it."

"I ain't sayin' I do, neitha."

"Just dat he gets pretty uh...pretty carried away wit it."

"Well uh..."

"Da boss HATES Mario Kart."

"I mean he really, really, REALLY hates it."

"Huh...well I guess they do."

"Boss really likes dose games. There's one where ya get ta do backflips in a dinosaur."

Why is da Boss arguin' with an entire company again about their go kart game?

This has gotta be da third time it's happened.

The seabird starts grasping at his own head.

"AAAAGH, can't we just have a fight be a fight!? I mean...look don't take dis da wrong way but...I ain't really into ya, ya know...I just wanna test my strength against someone strong."

"IT AIN'T A-"

"Hrrrg...Stop callin' it a date. I ain't tryin' ta kiss ya, I'm tryin' ta break your freakin' ankle!"

"Don't start actin' cute. We just got some unfinished business, dat's all."

"..."

"You."

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(( Was looking up VA opportunities to be Storm and uhhh... ))

(( Hmmm this icon for Storm here is...familiar. ))

Gotta always hang onto da good stuff.

Like Randy Savage vs Ricky da Dragon Steamboat.

What's wrong wit havin' wrestlin' tapes on VHS?

Dat's da best way ta watch wrestlin'.

"Eh, Never said I cared. Buncha dummies wanna mouth off, I'll shut 'em up da best way I know how."

"An' people try ta call me dopey."

Lemme tell ya somethin.

Da trick ta good pizza starts wit buildin strength in da dough. Ya fold it a bunch and it gets strong enough ta stretch by hand.

You take a rollin pin to pizza dough and I take a rollin pin ta you.

Not to correct ya or nuthin', Boss...

But I already MADE da pizza.

You want a slice?

"Yeah, cause you kept SHOVIN' at me, you dopey idiot!"

As if to accentuate his words, the seabird presses his palms up against Kiburi's shoulder and gives him a rough shove of his own.

"Heh...like it!," the seabird proudly puffs out his chest.

"Got da recipie while we was in Spagonia!"

[ Storm immediately pulls the plate away. ]

"Nuh-uh! You ain't takin' another!"

"I ain't no screwup! And I'm tired of ya tellin me dat I am!"

"Hey, whaddya doin!? Dis ain't yours, ya chump! So cut it out and-"

As he struggled with Kiburi, the albatross began to lose his footing and...SPLAT...the entire platter came crashing to the ground in a mess.

"H-HEY! LOOK AT WHATCHA DID!"

Storm's face lit up at first...though quickly faded away.

"Well...y-yeah, but...den it wouldn't be da same kinda sandwich. I wouldn't be doin' da origins of da recipe any justice."

"And whaddya mean, someone like me? I know what I'm doin!"

At which point, the seabird snatches back one of them.

"One."

"You get one...just like everyone else."

"For you, lil spud, you can take as much as ya'd like!"

Grinning ear-to-ear, he offers the whole plate forward.

[ Storm watched silently, hands clasped together in eager anticipation to see what the kangahog would think of his cooking. ]

Storm shook his head, still playing keep-away with a hand pressed to the boar's chest.

"Da rest of dese are for da Babylon Rogues, ya chump! I already warned ya once, keep yer greasy mitts to yerself!"

(( Ooops I responded to a regular reply with a quote but uhhh screw it I've got a headache and can't think gud no mores. ))

"No need."

"Yer a Rogue, after all. We look out for each other. Dat's what da Boss tells me and dat's what I'll tell you."