#Fuck this. Mi'lord if ye need me oi'll be jackin' me cocks off in th' corner.“

[boneheadboner]

More rambles because it's just one of them nights, lads.

Baggs and Bat, do NOT get along.

You'd THINK both being some of the shortest fuckers around, with their poncy British accents and their tendency to do mind control shenanigans, and tendencies towards villainous aesthetics (Baggs more in line with a Mad Doctor, and Bat more with being a Gothic Victorian meets Megamind villainsimp) that the two would have common ground.

And anyone out of the loop listening to them chatter, might think they're friends.

But those that know? Can hear the biting edge laced in their courteous words, can see how neither of them takes their eyes off the other, as though eyeing another predator.

Chess games between the two? Have tension so thick in the air, that you'd need a chainsaw to cut through. And also never wind up ending well.

Bat regularly biting at Baggs to keep his little eye tricks out of their game of strategy. And Baggs reminding Bat that he'll behave... So long as Bat keeps his pet Umbra, Quetzalcoatl, right where he can see it.

These two short motherfuckers just constantly glaring at eachother like

THEY'RE BOTH JUST SHORT EGOTISTICAL SHITHEADS YOUR HONOR.