[Excuse you. Hair ruffling was one thing. Grabbing him in a headlock and grinding a fist into the top of his head is another. Joshua grits his teeth and tenses up, padded hands pushing at Beat's arm, but to no avail. Venom or no, the tails still lift threateningly. There are still barbs, even if there's no poison.]
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Yes, the same way, now let me go.