>>5711649“Anyone else in that group?” Oliver is a little ashamed his friend is overreacting a little.
“There was a chick with green hair, a cone-head guy, an out of shape middle aged guy, a chubby girl, a woman with a haircut that resembles a snake, and a plainly forgettable guy. Those didn’t fit the vibe, so I refused to pay attention to them!” Lord Gargoyle has principles.
“And with whom did you team up?” You ask again because he forgot to answer the damn question.
“Yes, the butts I saved. The sizes. The shapes. I remember them well.” Lord Gargoyle reminisces.
“We don’t care about their asses.” Henry doesn’t want to get to that.
“It’s a derogatory expression to commodify individuals to their most shameful form. Do I have to remind you of villainy?” Lord Gargoyle explains his philosophy. “I forcefully made an alliance (by helping them) with a tough looking girl with sunglasses and freckles. Not to be confused with the timid girl with a ponytail who sports regular glasses and freckles, which I, too, partnered with. Or the other ponytail woman who broke the screen with her massive entity, which I partnered up with as well.”
“You don’t know any of their names?” George finds this odd.
“I was too busy for such trivialities like learning who they are, and making time for meaningful connection.” Lord Gargoyle dismisses. “I do know one name, Rob Banks! I saved his skin, and he ended up being a despicable cop. You can’t imagine the horror I felt when I saw his ugly mug on the news! Repulsive!”
“Yeah, yeah, you hate cops because you’re a villain, we get it.” Henry rolls his eyes.
“Pardon? My views on villainy are not that shallow, I recognize a baddie when I spot one.” Lord Gargoyle acts offended. “I suffer from mental illness. Cops hate <span class="mu-i">me</span> by default.”
“Anyone else?” You don’t think it’s time to address those types of issues.
“Ladder boy, he’s around your kid's age. White hair, panda in pocket, sweet guy. I helped him first, but when things got dicey with mirror shield girl, he came back to saved my commodified butt.” Lord Gargoyle remembers ladder boy fondly. “Names! You mentioned you want names! Linda Wise! She’s an old-timey actress. Used the blanket around her head to grab people. I thought she was going to hang herself, but nah. She tripped a bunch of people to secure her safety. Don’t befriend her, you hear me? I’m looking at you. Master Major told me you like to get along with untrustworthy people.” Lord Gargoyle points at you.
“Well, duh, I’m talking to you.” You raise an eyebrow.
“………..<span class="mu-i">You’re a good judge of character</span>.” Lord Gargoyle says very robotically.
