MadHatter: So what does an insane god of mischief do when grounded?
MischiefMage: Plot schemes worthy of a bag of cats.
ZenMaster: You know about that?
MischiefMage: I know about a lot of things, "Jolly Green".
MadHatter: Now that's just stalker creepy.
MischiefMage: I aim to please.
ZenMaster: How do you know?
MadHatter: Your aim is way the fuck off.
MischiefMage: Magic. Is it now? I thought we agreed you were depraved man neck deep in debauchery.
ZenMaster: If this is how you two are with texting, I would hate to see you guys actually call each other.
FreedomFighter: Does anyone know why Tony is shouting?
ArrowHead: So long as he still communicates with the bastard I don't care what he's doing.
ShadowWeb: Have you heard what he's yelling?
"You are an insolent bag of useless meat,
Unable to do anything beyond guzzling from your bitch of a mother's teat!"
"So say you, weaver of lies
Yet it is I whom remains free,
While you cannot, beyond four walls, see
Because you are a god fit only for the flies!"
ThunderLord: IS THERE ANY REASON THAT THE MAN OF IRON IS FLYTING WITH MY BROTHER?
ZenMaster: This is all my fault..