[Mirrorton grins viciously. He knows the bullets won't harm them but he knows they can feel the intent twisting and biting through their "body". What a way to destroy his Real's relationship with this wet blanket of a monster!]

Now, Blooky do you see what I mean? This is what you get when you-

[Suddenly lightning-shaped bullets break through the bed behind them, shooting wildly into the air. Mirrorton jumps to the side, startled. He looks to the bed, then he laughs, though it lacks any mirth.]

Seems someone wants to play, hm? Hush dear. I need to get rid of a pest first.

[He says the word "Dear" with such genuine feeling, you'd think there was someone he loved under that bed.]