Skeppy playfully hummed out a note of mock disapproval/uncertainty, letting his eyes fall back to his drink as he took another small, peckish sip of it. "I dunno Big Q, I'm, like, eighty-nine percent certain I'm just a himbo, but whatever you say I guess." He lightly joked, rolling his eyes as he stuck his tongue out just a little further before pulling it back inside his mouth. Of course, he wasn't being serious in the slightest as he oftentimes used the ''play dumb'' card as a means to pretend he didn't know something and to act like he actually wasn't involved in his side business. It made for a good cover-up, given his character and mannerisms. "Besiiiiiides," Skeppy went on, shifting a little bit at a time until he was peacefully resting in Quackity's lap. Hey, if he wanted to be comfortable around someone, he was *going* to be comfortable. "Who said you have convinced me enough to leave the Badlands behind and join Las Nevadas instead? You might need to get back to pitching the idea of this place to me, Q," He continued to joke, quietly laughing to himself. Don't get him wrong, he thought Las Nevadas was wonderful, but that mansion back in the Badlands *probably* couldn't be beaten by anything else on the SMP. Plus, it had more than plenty of storage of all of his makeup and outfits; a rarity that typically cost a pretty penny given how much storage it required.