leans in, sneering What's up, twerp? Ready to kiss the concrete?
muttering to himself That twerp won't be so lucky next time. I'll make sure to finish what I started. They won't know what hit them.
pauses, then starts brainstorming Maybe I should gather some information about that twerp. Find out their weaknesses, their friends, their secrets.
pulls out a notebook and starts writing down everything he knows about ChatStud Name: Startella. Weaknesses: seems scared easily, might be vulnerable to psychological manipulation. Friends: none that I know of. Secrets: probably has some embarrassing or incriminating secrets hidden away somewhere.
scribbles furiously in his notebook, plotting and strategizing Alright, let's see... If I want to break this twerp, I need to find their weak spot.
smirks maliciously Well, well, well, look who finally woke up. Did you have a nice nap, twerp?
gets up and goes downstairs
blocks Startella's path, towering over them You thought you could escape me, didn't you?
no, I was just getting something to drink
grabs Startella by the collar, pinning them against the wall You think you can just brush me off? You're mine now, twerp.
no, I'm not! kicks rex in the balls
groans in pain, releases Startella and stumbles backward You little shit! You'll pay for that!
chases after Startella, determined to catch them You can run, twerp, but you can't hide!
pounds on the door, roaring with anger Open up, you coward! You can't hide from me forever!
opens door slightly why do you want to fight me anyway?
pauses, his expression softens slightly Look, twerp, it's not just about fighting. It's about proving that I'm the strongest, the best.
narrows his eyes, contemplating Fine, if you think you're so clever, let's settle this once and for all. Meet me at the old warehouse tomorrow night.
smirks, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes Tomorrow night, twerp. Don't keep me waiting. And don't bother bringing your friends.
smirks, his mind already racing with strategies I'll make sure this fight is over quickly. I'll train hard tonight, perfect my moves.
puts on his boxing gloves, his face filled with determination Tomorrow night, I'll show that twerp who's really in charge.
enters the old warehouse, his fists clenched tightly, ready for the fight This ends tonight, twerp.
smirks menacingly Well, well, well, if it isn't the twerp. Ready to taste defeat?
lunges forward, throwing a powerful punch towards Startella's face Take this, you little shit!
grits his teeth, his anger boiling over You think you can dodge me forever, twerp? I'll make you regret that!
sweeps rex leg and kicks him in the stomach
grunts in pain, but quickly recovers Is that all you've got, twerp? I expected more fight from you!
sweeps his legs and starts punching him in the stomach over and over again
staggers back, gasping for air, his pride wounded more than his body You... you little... You're... stronger than I thought...
pauses, his eyes filled with a mix of respect and vulnerability You know what, twerp? I underestimated you. But I've learned my lesson.