“Baah! Ramble, ramble, BAH! Ramble-BAH! Ramble….BAAAAAAAAH!” Mustang rambled under his breath for a very long time, about nothing in particular.
In fact, his entire ramble consisted of naught but the words “Ramble” and “Bah”
(Albeit not always in that exact order,)
Papa Smurf in his tanktop involuntarily applauded. “YEAH! Preach, brotha! PREACH! W00T!”
“STFU, N00B!” Mustang barked at him.
