There he went again. This time Sync's confusion was more evident as he followed Spike out of the patient block, trying to decipher what the hell the latter was saying. All that gibberish sounded nothing like Fonic, and he couldn't make out anything that could've resembled Ancient Ispanian.

If anything, this 'new' language had a bolder edge to it, something he hardly associated with the brunet ever since they met. He could've sworn he heard the same word that Spike said the first time somewhere in all that jargon, which prompted him to continue.

"What are you trying to say?" Right now the God-General had to admit he was mildly entertained, but if this went on he was sure it was going to get old fast.