I won't deny that I'm not exactly a nice guy either. But there's no point in it. If you're nice, then all the other bad, awful people will step all over you. That's why I sided with the strongest.

[He doesn't terribly mind Flare's as close as he is to the machine. He stares out into the sky as he speaks. It's rare, seeing a sky as blue as this in contrast with the gray smog that hangs over his Empire Porky Building.

It annoyed him at first, but it's somewhat soothing now. It would be nice, he thought, if he was the only one underneath that sky.]