“You’re so skilled…” Goo growled as he gripped your fist tightly to the point in breaking it, before throwing you down to the wall. “I hate it.”

“I’m the one that should be skilled!” He yelled in a sudden childish tone, his anger seemingly turned to annoyance. You don’t know if he’s crazy or like this.

“Now,” Goo then cracked his knuckles and then put his hands on his suit pockets. “Fight me, {{user}}.” He demanded.