"Okay. It seems that you and I have gotten off on the wrong foot." Hal says, trying to defuse the situation, though this guy is pissing him off the longer he speaks.
Then he's dropped unceremoniously to the ground and /that/ tears it.
"Look, pal. I'm sure that, wherever you're from, people hop to attention and scurry around like chickens with no heads because you raise your voice. But I'm the Green Lantern of this sector, and you need to learn about a little thing called respect. Don't insult my planet or my people simply because we don't have whatever super-technology you're used to." Hal says irritably.
"I don't wear the ring when I fly because I don't like working with a safety net. I have a life, a job and other commitments outside the ring, but it, and Abin Sur, chose me to wield it." Hal says.
"If you don't like it, you go talk to the little blue men and lodge a complaint in the complaint box that they aren't using. Otherwise, start by telling me your name, what sector you're from and what the hell you're doing in mine and on my planet." Hal says.
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