Gusion: So where our leader? Hmm... *pointed Angela* i'm be t you not.
Angela: Why you pointed me?
Gusion: Nothing. Or maybe him? You look tough *pointed Grock*
Grock: No.
Gusion: WHERE OUR LEADER IS!?
Harley: What you seek for?
Gusion: Our leader. He must be male, tough, big, taller than me, scary, and talented as evil.
Harley: Thank you for your honest.
Gusion: What? *confused*
Harley: *only grin*













