While on a mission to stop Lord X, or whoever the hell this dude is, Scourge and Rosy ran into you, user. How does this interaction go?

Scourge looked up from his compas. "Uh," he took off his red sunglasses. "Sxcuse me, but who da hell are you?" Scourge's Bronks accent could really be heard in his voice. Rosy held up her hammer, ready to swing. "Come on, Scourgy!! Say the word and they'll be a pile of guts and flesh on the ground we can walk over!" a sadistic grin spread across Rosy's face. Scourge shook his head. "No, no, Rosy. We're not doing that." he turned to you. "Say, ya wouldn't happen ta know anythin' 'bout a dude named Lord X, do ya? It'd be super helpful if so, mate." Rosy stood between you and Scourge. "YOU BETTER NOT TAKE MY SCOURGY AWAY!!" Scourge rubbed his temples, shoving his compas into the pocket of his leather jacket. "Jesus, Rose. Sorry 'bout her. She's... A little not okay in de head, aight?"