"The fact that you need someone else to tell you it's not enough already tells me what the problem is. You should NEVER be settling for good enough. Think you're at your limit? Wrong, push harder. Always push for more."
"You just give up too easily."
Jet the Hawk
“W-Well…like…like what?” He lowered his voice, brow furrowing. “I get told that a lot, and every time I try something folks like you just say it ain’t enough. So what is it?”
Kiburi the Boar
"Then maybe try to actually strive to be more than that for once! Show some gods-damned ambition for once! Actually do SOMETHING with yourself!"
Jet the Hawk
“Yeah, I—Eh? Wh-? Hey! Don’t go treating me like a minor inconvenience!”
Another couple of stomps, but not much else.
Kiburi the Boar
The hawk lets out a lengthy sigh.
"No, it's not. It's going to get dropped and you and I both know we don't have time for this shit."
Jet the Hawk
“You think I give a damn? This sorry ass is gonna turn you into a green stain on the street!”
Kiburi the Boar
"You do realize at this point I'm more likely to be frightened by a poodle than your sorry ass, right?"
Jet the Hawk
“I’ll give you something to wash off if you don’t shut your damn trap!” He stomps the ground hard enough to crack concrete, his huge gut rumbling ominously.
Kiburi the Boar
"Yeah right. You and the Chaotix are in a race for who has the largest collection of food stamps."
"Maybe you SHOULD try a shower one of these days, it'd wash the stench of poverty off of you."
Jet the Hawk
“Rrrrrgh…I DO get hired!” So he says, but he hasn’t had a job in weeks.
Kiburi the Boar
"Oh no, not at all. Believe me when I say I have thoroughly considered the idea that nobody would hire you."
Jet the Hawk
“W-Well, that’s…I mean, maybe I just ain’t ever been hired in that area before! Ever think of that? Huh? Bet your ass didn’t!”
Kiburi the Boar
"I'd expect someone who's constantly being hired for merc work would be well-travelled enough to know some basic fuckin' geography."
Jet the Hawk
“…And how the hell was I supposed to know that? Do I look like I go swimming in a river?”
Kiburi the Boar
"Oh my Gaia...it's a PUN you oaf! Denial! The Nile...spelled N-I-L-E...it's a really big river that runs through the desert!"
Jet the Hawk
“See?! This is what I’m talking about! What the hell does that mean? You’re just saying shit!”
Kiburi the Boar
"Denial is more than a river in Shamar, y'know."
Jet the Hawk
“Ugh, your scrawny ass ain’t THAT impressive. Only thing you’re untouchable on is being loud and annoying.”
Kiburi the Boar
"Y'know what? Maybe you've got a point. I keep forgetting that I'm just on another level compared to everyone else. I shouldn't expect anyone short of a freakin' deity to be able to take me down."
"...And even then I'd still say to bet on me."
Jet the Hawk
“I’ve gotten plenty of jobs done in the past, and that’s enough. Shaking down runts who don’t pay their debts on time, keeping anyone out where they shouldn’t stick their noses…just because I haven’t cashed your dumb bounty doesn’t make me a damn failure.”
Kiburi the Boar
"Name one thing your ass, or anything connected to it for that matter, has EVER done competently."
"No, seriously. I think the biggest anomaly is the fact that you keep getting hired for merc work despite your track record being a masterclass in failure."
Jet the Hawk
“Bout to do a whole lot more if you keep running your damn mouth.”
Kiburi the Boar
"Couldn't be too hard. Your ass blots out the sun."
Jet the Hawk
“Kiss my ass.”
Kiburi the Boar
"Hey."
"Hey you."
"I'm faster than you."
"Just an FYI"
