He starts talking and Bobo folds his arms over his chest, one brow twitching as he explains... elaborately... with big words. "And yet slush and pollution man is easily more deadly and as well as frightening," he notes, understanding what he's said. "You spent a lot of money on college, didn't you?"

Though the second explanation he can understand more, smirking as he took a step closer. "Bobo. People call you Frankie or something, don't they?" He so didn't look like a Franklin.