"Watch your tone, boy," Gnegor said, "Your grandparents used to be elders as well, me and your mother are a few summers away from becoming elders ourselves. Us old folk built the home you live in, and we raised you to a man. We did our work in our time, and the elders did their work many summers before you were even born! They've earned their keep, they've put in the work, and now it's your time."
"Well, that's fair," His tone switched, sarcastic, his hand still bloody, and practically maimed, "Our elders swung spears around, and humped dinosaurs in their free time, but I'm supposed to figure out how to fight off a mass invasion? Do you even understand what kind of trouble we're in?"
"Watch your tone, I'm not going to tell you again," Gnegor's voice lowered, his chest cocked forward, his demeanor threatening. "Either you pull yourself together right now, or piss off. If you don't want to fight, then we'll fight on our own."
