"Imbecile?!?" His scowl changes into a smirk, "dude, you suck at insults. And man, you need to really get your head around sarcasm." He almost groaned in frustration.
He nodded at the device. "Kinda-sorta. You know that short grumpy Logan bastard? And that big blond dumb fuck Sabretooth? This is just a little way I can get those motherfuckers outta my workshop." He leered again, "make them puncture their own eardrums, over and over again!"
"Centuries?? Midgard??!? Look man, I'm from Sera, not Midgard, and centuries? You live that long?"
Alright. Ugly guys with claws. Magnetokinetics that dress like its a fuckin' movie set, and now multi-century longevity... least there's no Locusts.
"Not exactly a problem. Just they don't look practical. I mean, for a tall chick like you less fancy-dress-party threads should be easier to get."