As the pair surveys the area, Hacker picks up a stout stick, walks up to Atreus, and smacks him on the back of the head.
"Not so fast, boy. You owe me one of two things: an apology or a fight."
"First off, the little lady and I volunteered to help you and your buddy. We ain't asked for nothing in return, though I would think civilized folk would see our behavior as meriting some consideration. We ain't your gawds-***** dogs or ***** slaves. You will make requests of us, not issue orders."
"Second, you can't just ***** run off without so much as a by-your-leave and expect the rest of us to ***** read your gawd-***** mind. Last I checked, teams communi-*****-cated with one another, as that behavior is the gawds-***** key to success. Seein' as this here field is a ***** empty field, perhaps you can understand my curiousity at your activity, hence my question."
"Finally, I don't appreciate your ***** tone, nor your gawds-***** choice of words, most particularly of all, calling me a 'fool'. From your comportment, conversation, and aura, you strike me as the sort of fellow who goes for ideas of honor and duty. Well, last I checked, there ain't much honor in runnin' around throwin' names at folks tryin' to help you."
"So you go ahead and make your choice, boy. You want us to leave, well, by gods, me and the little lady will leave. You want to fight, and I damn well promise we'll give you the what-for. You want us to stay, and we'll stay--but--you had best stop the dis-*****-dain and the dis-*****-respect."