[ LOW BLOW ] My accent is an acquired taste what I reckon you ain't got none for. So you can just, [ waves cup ] shove it!

But the point I was gonna make is that I got no tolerance for waxin' inky with anyone right now. Especially you. If we're doin' this rivalry thing, it's real. But it ain't a Thing. You ain't my type. [ thus begins the awkward alien misunderstandings deauugh ]