[That sure is a wolf walking on two legs, and even wearing clothes, too! Lobo has taken on many forms, in many different locales, but finds this one suits him very nicely for what he needs. You would not believe how many people are afraid of the Big Bad Wolf.
And speaking of fear...this poor guy absolutely reeks of it. Usually Lobo loves that particular scent, but it's purely situational - taking down an arrogant, reckless, little punk who believe they can do anything with zero consequence, and reminding them that Death is always watching, listening, looming...that fear is like fresh baked bread. It's magnificent. This? This is like week old milk left out in the summer heat. Rancid, sour, putrid...easily disposed of. With a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head, Lobo sighs.]
Please don't make me ask again, amigo...this one doesn't have the time for your knobby-knees.
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And speaking of fear...this poor guy absolutely reeks of it. Usually Lobo loves that particular scent, but it's purely situational - taking down an arrogant, reckless, little punk who believe they can do anything with zero consequence, and reminding them that Death is always watching, listening, looming...that fear is like fresh baked bread. It's magnificent. This? This is like week old milk left out in the summer heat. Rancid, sour, putrid...easily disposed of. With a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head, Lobo sighs.]
Please don't make me ask again, amigo...this one doesn't have the time for your knobby-knees.