I'm not even going to try to dignify this with context.

[lockpick]

[Someone sounds uncharacteristically bad-tempered, today.]

Yeah, yeah. You're all real funny.

[...okay, it would be funnier if the joke wasn't on him. He's always been sort of defensive about getting motionsick. Namecalling is just insult to injury.]

Do I have to come knock some sense into you or something? I've still got things to do while you're busy messing around, y'know.

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[edgar_roni]

You sure?

[rainbowbrush]

[Yes. She is. In a flurry of paints, a Sketch!Edgar appears... only his face looks like something Picasso would have created, then scrapped for being too messed up.]

Ha!

[edgar_roni]

...my eyeball isn't anywhere near the crown of my head. Is this some sort of insult?

[He hooks his thumb at the Sketch!Edgar, not too scared by it and its "chainsaw" -- and by chainsaw, we mean something that looks like it was created by a newly hired associate at IKEA.]

[rainbowbrush]

[Oh sorry, you're right. The eyeball moves to Sketch!Edgar's cheek. Because it totally belongs there.]

I bet this is how Terra sees you! All ugly and gross and icky~!

[edgar_roni]

Right. And you're so not a child, right?

[He happens to be rather proud of his good looks, thank you very much.]

[rainbowbrush]

I'm not. I'm more mature than you are!

[...she says as she makes her sketch stick out its tongue - from a mouth dripping down its face onto its chest - at Edgar.]