Ghoul scoffs and ceases his bouncing, swinging a quick whap at Jet's arm instead. "You gonna just stand there, f'real? We're gonna be stuck in this stupidass circle all shittin' day."

Is this a productive use of their time? Absolutely not, but Ghoul has more pent up energy and frustration than his body can handle, and now that he's been presented with an outlet, it's all starting to flood out. If Jet won't play along, maybe the Authority will swap him out for someone who will.

Fat chance. But he still whirls around and flings his arms out, appealing to whatever is watching. "I want a new match! Gimme a do-over, this one's a weenie."