[To be fair, Guzma would agree with Chara's sentiment - he's not a good guy, he's barely a decent guy. If he can be avoided, it's for the best. It's what he's told himself for years - he's a screw up that didn't make it far in life. He got out of the mold he was meant to fit, because he was defective. A broken reject no one likes or wants. Utterly useless.

But this is nice. Connecting and laughing for a few hours over something so nonsensical and irrelevant is nice. Guzma can easily key in on the pun, and he snickers loudly with a shake of his head. Awful. Truly awful...and he loves it.]

Dang, this conversation is starting to stink, yo...I'd rate it a solid number two. [Guzma winks with a rather, ahem, shit-eating grin, but he stands up and straightens his back with a satisfying pop.] 'Fraid I gotta wipe my hands clean of it for the night. I hope y'all won't begrudge me none for my crappy etiquette.