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Make some noise.

Not what I meant. it's that suspicious kind of quiet.

You're not familiar with the phrase "make some noise."

I'm going to tell you, nicely, not to make generalized statements about me.

This is not a situation where you can "make some noise".

Surely you jest.

You caught me. Let me just call the aliens and ask what they're up to.

It could be arranged.

Don't concern yourself over it. Leave it to the professionals.

He scoffs.

You're a very funny girl. "The professionals." What do you think I am?

If you're not a plumber, I'm not interested.

I could destroy that entire organization singlehandedly.

...

The sad part is that you actually believe that.

"The professionals." If they don't have rings, they're amateurs.

Do you have intergalactic jurisdiction?

No?

I thought not.

Jurisdiction? Across two universes, in fact. Depending on who's law I choose to acknowledge.

Yeah, sorry. But you're no Grampa Max, or Magister.

If they're as presumptuous as you, I'm not interested in knowing them, either. "Professionals."

*Her hand lights up with energy and she strikes him across the face*

Don't. You. Ever, ever, EVER insult them. You can't be half the man either of them were.

He bends, and twists, but does not stumble.

Ah, they have peace now? Then I shall certainly never be like them. He repels her hard with a wall of green energy, then crosses his arms.

You expect me to just take this? Your ignorance of me becomes more apparent by the minute.

They died to save this planet.

Ignorance? You have no idea what's going on, you are not the "professional" in this instance and I couldn't care less if you take this or not. You insulted me, and then you insulted my grandfather and my friend. Back off, you WILL not win.

Surely you jest, little girl.

Besides, you insulted my very vocation. But if you want to die, I'd be glad to give you eternal peace.

Next time you threaten me, you're going to wake up in a scrap heap, do you understand me? I have dealt with bigger and badder than you, so get over yourself.

The sad part is that you actually believe that. He flies off.