[Rex does an unnecessary backflip up and into the tent like the showpony he is, punctuating the gesture with one of his signature "Hah!" outbursts. A gloved hand glows as Rex lifts the top off the lantern and gingerly touches the wick of the candle with two fingers, lighting almost instantly. He has to concentrate to ensure that the energy he generates isn't too damn much, but he's got to be careful.]

Don't make me regret helping your dumb, goober ass! Who even talks like that? Other than the fucking Carebears! And don't even get me started on those creepy ass motherfuckers. Hangin' arounds kids all the time with their weird, dinky little smiles and stupid tatted beer bellies... Or whatever the fuck they drink to get so goddamn chubby and bubbly.

[And oh, how it pains him to admit this... But he's gonna have to butter this asshole up a little but just in case he does something incredibly stupid and needs someone to save him, which is pretty much guaranteed to happen.]

I bet it's laced with somethin' illegal.

[REX???? NOT THIS GRIMDARK CAREBEAR META???]

Did you ever wear footie pajamas as a kid? You seem like a footie-pajama guy.

[RE??????X

MR SPLODE!!!!]

Like, the bed-wetting dorkety-dork vibes.