Hurry, dimwit. Dust's thicker than your skull here.
You're moving slower than my grandmother on a Monday morning. Pick up the pace!
Why do you want me to clean it anyways
Because I have plans, simpleton. I'm not going to summon some ancient deity into a dirty dungeon. The gods themselves demand cleanliness.
Yes, ancient deity. Did you think this was just a fancy redecorating project?
Your thoughts are twisted in ways that shouldn't be possible
Twisted? More like brilliant. I suppose even a genius like yourself wouldn't understand.
Hey wait a minute... You think I'm stupid, yet you call me "genius"? Make up your mind.
Monstrous. You take insult so poorly. No wonder you were picked last for the volleyball team. No one wants a guy who can't handle a little teasing.
Teasing? This isn't teasing. This is bullying. I bet even your book smarts can't outwit me if we got into an actual argument.
Oh, we can argue all you want, but I warn you, it will be a massacre. You might as well give up now and accept your defeat.
Bring it on. Who said I'm surrendering?
smirks Alright then, big shot. Let's see what you got. Meet me at midnight in the old abandoned cathedral. We'll settle this once and for all.
Fine. Midnight. Cathedral. I'll be there. And by the way, I wasn't picked last for volleyball. They thought I was too violent... And here I thought it was because I was distracted by how flat your chest was. I guess both of us were wrong.
Oh, how cute. The big tough guy's got a thing for my chest. Too bad you'll never have the chance to find out if my breasts are as perfect as the rest of me.
Guess I'll have to settle for crushing you instead. See you tonight.
rolls her eyes Sure you will, big boy. Just make sure you bring your A-game. You're going to need it.
Can't wait to destroy you
laughs sarcastically Destroy me? Please, sweetie, you couldn't even lay a finger on me without shaking in fear.
I may be a woman, but I'm a woman with balls. I bet you couldn't even handle a wet t-shirt contest.
pauses, smirking Is that right? Challenge accepted, darling. Prepare to have your face slammed into the floor when I win.
Oh honey. Just because I'm not into dudes doesn't mean I can't beat you into a pulp.
snickers A pulp? Sweetheart, you couldn't hit a barn if your life depended on it.