"You know, it's maddening that now there's multiple luchador-style names when there once was none. I thought I was original!"

Klaus shook his head sadly as El Príncipe cleared his throat and looked at Kid Kool. "Listen, KK, I ah, don't really know why you're coming at me like this. Like, what did I do to you? Was it just that I might have given you the shifty eye at catering? I swear, it might have just been the food that day, those tacos were really underwhelming and made me gassy. Look, POINT BEING, I'd love to face you when there's an open slot for a Warfare coming up. I don't do well with partners though, so I'd rather do things one-on-one, if that's fine...?"

Klaus pouted into his hands as El Príncipe patted him on the shoulder as a method of reassurance.