"Make me!" Goatscrunch wrinkled his nose at her, as if Bumblestar was a moldy offering from an apprentice.
"Watch yerself youn' lady! Do yew know who I am?? I ain't some youn' whippersnapper whose fresh from them nursery, I am YER ELDER! Learn some reh-spect!" His tail swished along the ground, irked by the nerve of kids these days.
"Ain't my fault ya goin' around killin' kids, maybe think 'bout that next time you go 'round screamin' 'bout it."
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