If you had five billion you could hop from job to job, calling entitled customers idiots all across your city, putting the fear of You into every shithead in town until people become afraid to be rude to servers and cashiers, lest you emerge from the back room like some kind of manners-enforcing specter
Anybody else notice how fecking WHITE Headmaster Ozpin is compared to his other forms including Oscar? Like they all have a tan except for this fluffy snowball of a man.
That’s not hot cocoa he’s drinking, that’s a goddamn pumpkin spice LATTE.