Mogget's barbs are insulting, for sure, but Ghoul kind of has to give him that one. This was the last thing Ghoul expected as well. Something had to have gone really wrong somewhere. "Fuck you for that, but I know, right?"

Agreeing with Mogget feels gross. Ghoul stands, briefly bending to knock the grass and glitter off his knees and maybe also the icky sensation of validating Mogget's opinions. "Have fun knowin' I'll be around. Dunno, though, I might actually be in trouble if you compete as good as you play dress-up."