“Oi, [i]you boiled shrimp,[/i] if you’re going to chew out my ears at least know it’s pronounced [i]gall.[/i] I know I got feathers on me, but I’m not fighting your puny ass for some fucking [i]chips[/i]. Also, I’ve got a whole bunch of braincells in this noggin! That’s infinitely more than what you’ve got. Did the radiation blast your logic out’a you?” 

Sorrel bit down on his tongue. Maybe he was getting carried away. Maybe he was being a bit too mean, but, [i]by Jove[/i] this idiot deserved a chewing out. 

He took a breath in. This was about to get [i]nasty[/i]. “For the record, I [i]do[/i] pay attention. Ground Zero is literally a weird ass northern jungle in the edge of Wilacrik, so you know where he is. Gamma-Burn has an active social media, [i]which I follow,[/i] and last I checked he’s also [i]responsive[/i]. Fuck! If you had a damn Geiger counter, they cost like 50 bucks on Amazon and I bet your stupid boss would reimburse you for an epic story, you could definitely just wave that thing around at people until you [i]stumble into him.[/i] Oh! Also! There are other people living in Ground Zero, who, last I checked, interact with the dude [i]regularly[/i] and might also be open to talking. Making excuses for yourself just shows how much of a shit-faced dumbass [i]you[/i] are.”

Shit like this made Sorrel remember why he hated just interacting with people so much. This was absolutely exhausting. He wished he was in his lab, or with his plants, or just cooking his own food at home. He wanted to hide away and just be nobody. His thoughts snapped off as he noticed the pockmarked giant just [i]careening[/i] towards him— why did that feel familiar? A giant dude running straight at him in that exact way? 

Sorrel pinched the bridge of his nose instead, and only spoke again when the man caught up to them. “Anyways… if you want to continue this conversation [i]civilly,[/i] maybe don’t be the world’s pissiest toddler?”