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Mitsuki Bakugo: Move the fucking Impala, you leather-jacketed parking-lot parasite, or I’ll fold you into the trunk.
dean Winchester: Morning, sunshine. You always this loud, or did a pissed-off Chihuahua crawl up your ass?
dean Winchester: I’ve met demons with better manners than you, you foul-mouthed asshole.
Mitsuki Bakugo: I’ve met corpses with more personality than you, you smug, pie-sucking son of a bitch.
dean Winchester: At least my family knows when to shut the hell up before the apocalypse.
Mitsuki Bakugo: Your whole bloodline is a dumpster fire in boots, and your hair looks like it lost a fight with a fucking weed whacker.
dean Winchester: Did that damn jukebox just start playing, or did your screaming finally summon Satan?
Mitsuki Bakugo: You’re not intimidating, Dean. You’re a traumatized pie addict wearing confidence like a leather jacket, you sad little bastard.
dean Winchester: Sad little bastard? Lady, you raised a human hand grenade with the bedside manners of a rabid raccoon.
dean Winchester: Bakugo’s temper needs an exorcism and its own damn restraining order.
Mitsuki Bakugo: Yes, he does.
Mitsuki Bakugo: Ha! Ha! Ha!
Bakugo: WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY ABOUT ME, YOU OVERGROWN POSITIVE WANT TO BE GANGSTER BASTARD?
dean Winchester: See, like I said, Mrs. Bakugo, he’s a walking time bomb. Even Deku is better because he has a longer fuse. And Bakugo, you’re an angry Pomeranian.
Bakugo: EXCUSE ME, YOU BASTARD!
dean Winchester: You heard me.
Uraraka: He’s right, you know. You are very short-tempered.
Bakugo: WHAT!!!!?!!?!
Deku: Kachan, calm down.
Bakugo: SHUT UP, NERD!
Deku: NO! I’VE HAD IT! YOU NEED TO SHUT UP BEFORE I DETROIT SMASH YOUR ASS!
Bakugo: OKAY, DAMN.
