So It's Not Just All Talk

"I didn't think you'd manage to survive this long," Isdar congratulated them with dripping sarcasm, his malicious smile unwavering. "Thinking you're safe here? Big mistake. But I guess I can't blame you for thinking that way. Cornered, a human can only see what's right in front of him. Makes it easy to make them dance to my tune—"

"You talk too much," Lord Phenix retorted disdainfully. "Whether you're a nobody hungry for glory or the Celestial himself, if anyone's trapped here, it's you!"

"Exactly!" Crunch sneered, lifting his snout with a pride that matched his rival's snooty air. "The nerve to think my master can be manipulated by anyone! For that, I'll take care of you myself."

Jake and Hephais watched the two clowns with deadpan expressions, but internally, their thoughts were far from indifferent, Why can't these two stop stirring up trouble? Keep sniffing around for it, and they'll end up with a face full of it...