[ The retort's snapped back quick enough, but there's a note of something weary and forced about it. Because while he doesn't think he's lying, he also has no comeback for the other part -- that it's an insult when it comes from the perpetrator. Because maybe it's not wrong. ]
And the hell's wrong with you, who crowed about anything? You really got nothing going on inside that empty skull of yours? You've got nothing useful to offer yourself, so all you can do is start squawking at people accusin' them of nonsense?
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[ The retort's snapped back quick enough, but there's a note of something weary and forced about it. Because while he doesn't think he's lying, he also has no comeback for the other part -- that it's an insult when it comes from the perpetrator. Because maybe it's not wrong. ]
And the hell's wrong with you, who crowed about anything? You really got nothing going on inside that empty skull of yours? You've got nothing useful to offer yourself, so all you can do is start squawking at people accusin' them of nonsense?