A portal opened into Bill Cipher’s mindscape, an ivory white triangular being stepped through. Green bills flew through and scatter all across the air and blew past Bill’s one perplexed eye.
"Oh hey it’s you. Don’t mind me, I just took over your mansion. It’s a dump, and you have terrible taste in decor so I’m taking it upon myself to do some redecorating. Tell you what! I’ll do you a solid and send you back to that sand pit of yours and we’ll call it a day."
Y,V, stares into Bill’s condescending look and motions him to come closer.
"Ah! Have something to say? I guess I’ll humor you in accepting your apology."
Bill floats in front of Y.V. with a smug expression on his face.
Y.V. leans closer to Bill.
BBRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!! as Y.V. sounds off an air horn, which appears to be an innate vocal ability.
Bill flew back shocked and angrily pressed his hands on the sides of his “head.” “UNBELIEVABLE. YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE! ALL RIGHT, YOU WANT YOUR STUPID MANSION BACK? TRY AND TAKE IT!” Red sparks emits from his finger and grew into large lightning ball.
Y.V. clenched his wad of cash in one hand and took out his golden revolver with his initials etched onto the side with the other. “CH-CH-BOO-PAH!”