Bug sits down, on his orb of light again, and gazes across the table, his eyes showing a sort of darkness, and strength.
"Hmph. I have to say genocide, your one employee disappoints me. All he can do is make cheap knock offs of people." Bug says, but it's in an entirely serious tone. "Although it won't matter. You're all trying to rush the end of days. Foolish. It's going to happen anyway, you're just speeding up the inevitable.....moronic, and stupid. How I knew this? I'm everywhere. You'd better just give up now, before you all get hurt....." Bug says, his gaze aimed dead set at Genocide himself. Bug, he who had stared down Stine, who had been there at the battle against the god emperor, and who saw the destruction of odin. He, who stood before his should be death at the hands of the dragon emperor's arch angel....Bug, the single, most annoying to kill thing for universes around, glares down possibly one of his strongest foes yet.

And not a single fuck was given by Bug. He knew he wasn't in danger.