"What? Why would you call your mother such a word?" Thor asks, face contorted in confusion. He cannot wrap his mind around tossing such a phrase around so casually, without thinking of who it could insult. Mention of his mother, however, softens some of the toughness he's called forth, and he can't help but nod in agreement. "She was the best mother I could've ever asked for, truly."

Hands on his hips, he snorts and shakes his head.

"Volunteered? To lose my powers and be all — weak and floppy and vulnerable like a mortal?" he asks, wiggling his arms out at his sides haphazardly, like a weird jelly man. "No, I wouldn't have willingly sacrificed all of that to be here." He glances up towards the skies, wondering if Heimdall's been able to find him yet. "The last time I lost my powers was when my father banished me to Midgard, to teach me a lesson. Truthfully, I deserved it." He looks back to Bobo, all traces of previous insult and anger vaporized. "But this time — I can't see why I would've deserved the same fate."