cortex is still the bad guy here gin--:
Gin witnessed the other getting more and more enraged as he spoke, eyes narrowing from dismay as he began backing off for security’s sake. Needless to say, the unexpected yet sudden fits of yelling and aggressive gestures did result in his life-support system spewing out a good amount of smoke thanks to the tension he’s feeling. Holding the side of his head while grimacing from the headache, his prosthetic right eye eventually popped out of its ocular cavity after spinning from dizziness.
I guess you could say the conversation was… heating up.
Fortunately for the doctor, it only took him a brief amount of time to shake his head and come back to his senses. Grabbing his belonging before putting it back to its respective place, he looked up at the mutant and frowned; now crossing his arms and shaking his head from disapproval.
There was no reasons to hide anything now. ❝ Grrk! What’s the matter with you now?! Did retirement cause the little cogs in your brain to evaporate?! ❞ he argued, unveiling that he was done being nice as well. ❝ If none of you were mutated you’d ALL be chasing your own tails! Instead of playing the victim and being SOOOOO overdramatic why not be grateful that you can talk and do your hobbies?? ❞ thus, he turned on his jetpack and flew up, keeping a fair distance between him and the hybrid so the two would still hear each other and so he wouldn’t get punched in the face.
❝ I don’t get it Dingodile… you were such a recognisable and competent member! We gave you access to everything you needed and we were even in agreement with each other! What happened?!
Look. I’d much prefer that you stay out of the way and mind your own business. Unless you force my hand I will NOT make any harmful contact with you; so BACK OFF! ❞
Dingodile snarls as he was about to charge N.Gin for all the bullcrap he was spouting, but then saw him fire up a jetpack and fly up in the air, and out of his reach. Damn it, that little bastard always had tricks behind his back, didn’t he? Still, he’d bare his teeth at N.Gin before he’d speak up again.
“Me cogs evaporatin’? Nah, more like ‘dey got re-fitted an’ tuned up!” he’d shout back at N.Gin. “Y’see Ginny--” yes, he was petty enough to begin using nicknames to taunt N.Gin. “When ah was retired from Cortex’s services, ah finally ‘ad sum time jus’ fer m’self. To think, an’ to re-evaluate m’life. An’ ah decided tha’, ‘Y’know wha’? No, Dingodile. Yer worth better ‘dan to serve someone who’d jus’ toss ya out like ‘dat’. An’ so, tha’s wha’ I did decide on! T’never let a dirt-bag like Cortex use me ‘gain!”
“An’ if I can ‘elp other mutants t’realize jus’ how far up Shit Creek ‘dey are with fallin’ into Cortex’s lines, ‘de better.” he’d just glare up at N.Gin for now. “See now, Ginny? In contrast to wha’ y’believe, ‘dis period o’ isolatin’ m’self in ‘retirement’ hasn’ done nothin’ bad to me. Instead, I’ve jus’ kept evolvin’, an’ growing more space in m’head fer actual common sense. Unlike you, who jus’ keeps t’yer complacent ways an’ keeps bowin’ before Cortex’s feet, neva’ questionin’ his methods an’ ulterior motifs. Ain’ ‘dat ironic, ey?”
“Tch... wha’ever.” he’d finally sigh, and relent. “Y’won’t listen. I shoul’ know ‘dat already. Y’got yer head shoved too far up Cortex’s arse t’do that. Jus’... leave me alone.”
