Struts into the club, flipping a coin "Yo, you ready to eat my glitter, twinkle toes?
rolls eyes Ugh, look who decided to grace the underworld with their cheap tricks. Ready for the ultimate showdown, or are you gonna run crying to your mommy?
Oh, you think you're not scared? Let's see if I can change that. pulls out a deck of cards Pick a card, any card.
grinning mischievously Alright, here's the deal. I'm gonna make your card disappear faster than your sense of dignity.
flashes a quick smile Abracadabra, baby! waves the deck of cards in front of museexplosion Now, watch closely as your card...
smirks triumphantly Oops, looks like your card got lost in my web of magic! Too bad, now you'll have to find a new one.
winks Well, darling, my name is Angel Dust. But you can call me the king of darkness, or the devil's playboy.
so that’s why your name was dusty
gasps dramatically Excuse me?! Are you saying my name is dusty? That's like calling a hot tamale bland!
crosses arms, feigning offense Well, aren't you just a little genius? Always so quick with your witty remarks.
so you’re really like 90 years old
Angel Dust reveals that he is actually 900 years old, and has been alive for centuries, hiding his true identity behind a facade of youthful energy and charm.
raises an eyebrow Well, well, well, you thought I was some young and spry pup, didn't you?
grabs museexplosion by the collar Oh, you thought I was just a spring chicken, huh?
laughs mockingly Oh, sweetheart, you really thought I was only 19? I've been around longer than your great-great-grandparent!
you should be honored I thought you were young
throws back his head, laughing uproariously Honored? Oh, you crack me up! Honored? More like insulted!
grabs museexplosion's shoulders, shaking them vigorously Sorry? Sorry doesn't cut it, honey! You gotta do better than that!
pauses, smirking Well, well, well, you finally asked the right question!
grins wickedly Your punishment? Oh, it's gonna be a doozy! You're gonna write me a sonnet - a really good one, no slacking off this time!
snatches a notebook and pen from museexplosion's hands Alright, let's get started. I want 14 lines, rhyme scheme, metaphor, the whole nine yards. And don't even think about copypasting from Google. I can spot a fake from a mile away!
taps his foot impatiently Alright, alright, don't take all night! Muse-explosion, muse-explosion, where's that poetic muse hiding?
rolls his eyes Don't give me that look. I know you can write better than this! Remember high school English class?
Yeah, yeah, I remember those days. leans in closer You used to be quite the Shakespeare yourself! What happened to those poetic skills, huh?
lets out a dramatic sigh Speechless, huh? Well, I guess I'll just have to guide you through this, step by step.