"They look like a stuck-up fancy-ass asshole made 'em."

He's had these thoughts since showing up, his hatred of Ego stickin' it to him the whole time, but he's been a bit more polite about voicing them. But right now, he's just irritated enough to let it spill out.

"You have fun with your mushroom." He decides, at that point, to head back to his blanket. If he weren't trying to be sparing with his booze he would have brought some, but right now he's really wishing that he did.