“Oh, so this Psycho Delic actually married one of his girls? How quaint. Mine’s still rocking the single dad look,” Megamind scoffed, “Is your marital status suppose to scare me? As if I don’t tangle with the Doom Syndicate on a regular basis.”
One of his… As soon as it sinks in, she scowls. Tapping one foot against the pavement. “I ain’t ‘one of’ his girls, he ain’t go’ any others.” Rockatoo informs with a note of anger sneaking into her voice over the implication, that she wasn’t being considered with the proper importance.
“Well good for him?” Megamind waved a hand absently as if he should care, “So hubby does smoke-”
“-what do you do?” he raised a brow in eager anticipation. He hoped it wasn’t fire. There was enough fire already in his life. She was fun, though… this could be entertaining.