[Just for that, I'm going to waste your time even harder - only NOT! This isn't a fucking WASTE, you oil-soaked pincushion!

yeah, nah, like hell they'd spit that aloud after seeing that weird sorcery bullshit; Antigone's fur is all fluffed to hell, Max Bristle Mode.]

And, and what? You're gonna stand there and grade me like some book-school teacher? [they cringe, peering downward.]

I don't know floaty spells, and you yoinked me pretty high up, can't you get me down without cratering me, too?