His eyes narrowed, his lips pursing. “Are you trying to trick me?” He said. “Ground type trainer? I thought you were the Earth Dragon— or something like that.” Jack crosses his arms with a snort.
“Did you get the memory of an old man too? I knew the Xiaolin Losers were a bunch of idiots, but gee,”
I’ll just say “sand sack for brains” then c:
“Earth dragon? Like Flygon or Garchomp or somethin’?” Clay crossed his arms over his chest. “Really though, I don’t know what yer talkin’ about!”
“…I ain’t that old! I-is 40 old ta ya? Who’re ya callin’ idiot. Not able to tell that I’m not the guy yer lookin’ fer!”
Keep those earth puns ready B)
”Flygon? Garchomp? Are those Shen Gong Wu?” Clearly, this was a quality conversation as neither Jack or the cowpoke knew what one another were saying.
"Forty?" He made a face. "Eh, the years are not kind to you." He suspiciously looked up and down at the man, his brows meeting in confusion. "You have a funny accent, a funny hat, funny pants — and you’re name’s Clay. Duh you’re who I am looking for!” Because, of course, there cannot be more than one cowboy.
I am from XS THE ENTIRE SHOW IS A PUN