[Good, you look less like a marine serial killer when you don't smile. God no wonder people wanted you to go through life miserable, Erik.
You're a fucking shark.
It's the fuel of nightmares and emotional trauma.]
Y'don- [... Okay no] Fuck that, you don't know Jaws? [He is so going to expose your asses to fine cinema, even if he hates you on principle, Lensherr.]
S'Jaws! DA NA DA NA, you know. The shark, the goddamn- no, hold on. Year... year, year. '75. You from '75?
God I'm sick of this past bullshit.
[Oh no, he sees you going for his arm, Erik. Which is why Tony is literally lurching himself away from you, actually trying to slap your hand away in his attempted scramble.]
PUT IT ON TONY'S TAB! Except Erik. Erik can fuck off.
You're a fucking shark.
It's the fuel of nightmares and emotional trauma.]
Y'don- [... Okay no] Fuck that, you don't know Jaws? [He is so going to expose your asses to fine cinema, even if he hates you on principle, Lensherr.]
S'Jaws! DA NA DA NA, you know. The shark, the goddamn- no, hold on. Year... year, year. '75. You from '75?
God I'm sick of this past bullshit.
[Oh no, he sees you going for his arm, Erik. Which is why Tony is literally lurching himself away from you, actually trying to slap your hand away in his attempted scramble.]
Back off, shark face. No touchie.