["Fruitcake"? Zarbon doesn't even have words for that. Actually, he doesn't have much of anything to say to the Namekian. Instead, he lets his feet do the talking and casually plants a round house kick into the side of Piccolo's head without so much as a word.]
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[He snorts and flips his braid over his shoulder.]
no subject
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[He snorts and flips his braid over his shoulder.]
Honestly.