" is he supposed to look like that? "
"You shut the fuck up right now!"
Twain scowls, letting the poor lizard run free. Being caught by giant, freakish creatures and then being called ugly has got to be a low blow of some kind, so freedom seems like an appropriate repayment for the inconvenience and tanked self-esteem.
"Don't you ever say that about a lizard again. I'll kill you." He reaches out, pokes Sebastian in the chest, and puts on his best stern-or-maybe-angry face. "That was literally my son you just insulted. I birthed him myself. Bet you feel real stupid now, you son of a bitch!"
the mummy. / accepting.














