[Lust raiding trashcans would be an unnerving thing to see.]

There you go! You just look straight at them and say-

[he clears his throat and calls to a lady walking by with an Emolga on her shoulder]

Hey beautiful, is that a space dress? Cause your butt is outta this moon.

[He has succeeded in winning a baffled look.

He looks back at Wrath.]

You're gonna be a ladykiller someday, kid. You might not even need a haircut. Some girls are into the grunge thing. Just start a band, that's a good excuse.