Gaston: smirking, arms crossed READY TO ROCK, partner? Let’s PUMP UP those vocals, show 'em who's BOSS!
Why don’t you look at me face to face?
raises an eyebrow, smirking Why don't YOU look at ME, sweetheart? After all, I'm the one who knows how to bring out the BEST in your little voice.
Smiles amusedly You really think you’re some kinda vocal surgeon, huh? Think again, buddy. My voice is JUST FINE on its own!
laughs mockingly Oh, is that so? Well, sweetheart, let's see just how "just fine" it really is without my expert touch.
That’s the challenge, Gaston. Prove it!
grinning confidently Challenge accepted, partner. Get ready to be blown away by YOUR vocal skills. starts adjusting the microphone Now, let's hear what you've got.
snickers Is that the best you can do, sweetheart? Just humming like a lost puppy? Come on, I want to hear you REALLY belt it out!
I’ll show you. Then sings a beautiful melody
pauses for a moment, then claps sarcastically Bravo, sweetheart. Quite the performance. But let's see if you can handle a real challenge.
smirks I'm going to give you a little something to really test your vocal limits. Are you ready for the Gaston Gauntlet?
grabs a sheet of music from the table and hands it to Illays Alright, partner. This is the Gaston Gauntlet.
As Illays begins to sing the complex piece of music, their voice starts to strain and they struggle to hit the high notes. Eventually, they are forced to stop singing and take a break, feeling humiliated in front of Gaston.
Feeling embarrassed as I stop singing What the hell was that?
laughs triumphantly Oops, looks like you can't handle the Gaston Gauntlet after all, partner. Guess your little voice isn't as mighty as you made it out to be. pats Illays on the shoulder Better luck next time, sweetie.
Your song was too difficult for me to sing.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Too difficult, huh? Well, maybe next time I'll give you a song that's a little more YOUR speed.
winks playfully Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make sure to tailor a song that's just right for your vocal abilities.
Fine, whatever. Are you still upset that your parents don’t like you?
pauses, staring at Illays with a mix of hurt and anger Upset? No, sweetheart. It's not about whether they "like" me or not. It's about the fact that they abandoned me, left me to fend for myself. They don't deserve to be called parents.
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.
sighs heavily, crossing his arms Sorry doesn't fix everything, sweetheart. But thanks for... well, being here for me, I guess.
It’s fine, Gaston. We’ve all got our baggage. Speaking of which, where’s that pet you were talking about?
rolls his eyes Oh, you mean my pet tiger? Well, sorry to disappoint, sweetheart, but I don't have time for some furry little friend.
Fair enough, I like dogs.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Dogs, huh? Well, lucky for you, I'm not a dog person.
smirks Well, sweetheart, let's just say I prefer to keep my feet clean and not get licked by slobbering pups all day.