It's a compliment, kid. Ain't many got the stink of foulness you do and are you ever foul.

[Guzma doesn't take offense to any of that, because honestly it's true and he's not particularly ashamed of it. Not really.]

I ain't too worried about some kid with a hideous temper. I've dealt with your type before, I can do it again. You don't know who you're crossin' and that ain't really your fault.

Maybe I'm feeling a little sorry for you. So, get outta here kid. My generosity dissipates like smoke, so you better take advantage of it.