The humanoid Ralph was rather taken aback, but the cy-bug was quick to respond with another shriek and slammed his front legs onto the hood of the vehicle, bringing it down closer to ground level. He hissed and flexed his mandibles at the wrestler as the 'good' Ralph worked to regain his balance.
"You listen up you little pizza-faced punk," the bug hissed, "Renate and any division of her is my daughter first and your friend second. If you think that you can come chugging in here and act like your twitterpated crushing outranks my loving concern for her and her actions, then maybe you shouldn't be seeing her."
The good Ralph had squirmed up onto the top of his evil counterpart's shell by the time the bug had finished. "Now come on, he's not here to scoop her off her feet and take off with her like he suddenly has ownership." The man reassured. "He came here for good reason, and it's a legitimate feeling to be stressed about what his friend's parents plan to do about their decisions, good or bad."
His evil half wasn't convinced, but good kept him from driving his front leg through the vehicle's frame. "That doesn't change the fact that he has no right telling me how to raise our kids!"
"No, it doesn't." Ralph looked over Jasper's way pointedly. "I'm gonna tell you this right now, kid: The reason I'm so worried about what she did doesn't have anything to do with you- far from it. But you know how I feel about there being more bugs in this game, family or otherwise, right?"
