Malcolm
Malcom's cheeks inflated and, for just a moment, he managed to hold it in. Then it burst, his laughter that is. The timing, the response, everything about this.... it was just too funny. So cute!
" *wheeze* Thanks, I really needed that."
Usually, he wasn't one for doing kindnesses. If they decided to bother that punk, it was none of his business, it ended the moment he woke up here. But even for police dogs, they seemed agreeable. He could give them a helping hand.
"Oh, there is one thing. That good mister over there, whatever his name was... sounds to me like he's just an arrogant jerkass. Strong? Absolutely, but that little attitude of his that pisses me off so much, that little pompous show he put up there, it might just do the trick. After all, he did go out of his way to step on an ant, I guess weak or strong a brat is always a brat eh? Assuming you don't do something foolish like I did, it's risky but you could bait him. You might just put him between a rock and a hard place. Mhhh, I wonder..."
Vanguard
"Do I look like a clown to you? On second thought, don't answer that. You might just live longer." He said calmly. Taking a few heavy steps, he stood against a wall and chuckled.
"Months of hard, meticulous work. A base I had taken such care and love into refining for my ends, all lost. How tragic, isn't that right? Mister Garbage Collector..." He said, but despite the context Vanguard did not seemed troubled by this at all. In fact, he seemed oddly content with it, unnervingly so.