Make it so!
BB: Old cartoon creepypastas? Man, the Darkhunter Guild's REALLY scraping the bottom of the barrel here!
Peacock: Coming from the...I dunno 142nd Psycho Little Red Riding Ripoff?
BB: Ripoff? Maybe. But I AM packing submachine guns, an RPG, shotguns, and enough explosives to turn Canopolis into a crater!
Peacock: Pbbbbt! Boring! I got a hyperspace arsenal of all that, PLUS chainsaws, cannons, and enough Internet memes and video game references to put the geeks at 4chan in coma! Oh yeah, and let's not forget my titanium bear trap chompers and 1000 FREAKIN' LASER EYES ATTACHED TO MY FREAKIN' ARMS, which by the way, blew an ancient, world-destroying monster to bits!
BB: Now you just hunt mobsters and sit around watching cartoons all day. I kill eldritch horrors every other week! And that's only when I'm not fighting vampires, mummies, fish people, immortal, alien warlords, demons, pirates, werewolves, karate guys, karate werewolves, and whatever the hell Amingo is! Oh yeah, I a