[Guzma scowled, looking down. But his Shadow grinned.]

See? Even the Buneary thinks you don't add up, homie. So why don't we call it quits and keep up the good work, huh?

Didn't I tell you to shut your freakin' trap already?

But talking's our best gig, yo! I play real hard when I'm hurting inside, surrounding myself with pathetic souls and a needy girl that'll keep me in line. That way I'm sittin' pretty as the smallest disaster among the lot! Shiiiit, they didn't even come down to find you!

How would they know to find me!? You don't know me!

Please. I'm here because of you, homeboy! I'm part of you... you just need to accept it. Accept that you're trash. Who the hell likes you? The kahunas sure didn't. The Tapus don't. You're crap and you know it!

[Guzma's eyes sharpened and he turned to swing at the copy, who in turn disappeared. His fist met the chair.]

I'm the damn Skull Boss! I'm the beast that beats you down until there's nothing left!

Are you, though? [The copy reappeared, leaning to look out a nearby window.]

Sounds like Little Man Syndrome to me. ...He'd know. Wouldn't you, bunny?