[Annoying is right, and Guzma is getting more and more aggravated the longer this is dragged out. He fists the insides of his pockets, jaw clenched behind shut lips. Why can't Kukui just leave well enough alone? Why'd he have to show up now, here, of all times? Guzma doesn't know what the hell to think, say, or do, and the scrutiny he's getting from the patrons is fraying his nerves more than he likes to admit. He want's to get away from this, away from Kukui, but he can't. He can't back down - he's too damn stubborn.]

Hmmph! [That snort, and Guzma removes his sunglasses and sets them back atop his head.] Because I'm gonna beat you down, Kukui! You, that brat, n' anyone else you care about. I needa say it how many times before you get it?! I'm gonna destroy you one day, and-- [His lip twitches, nostrils flaring with the strain of keeping his anger in check.] And you know why.

Quit playin'. [The last part is hissed through his teeth, soft and dangerous. A warning.]