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Much sighed and sat back. Robin was in a full rant now and it showed in his use of words which flew over Much's head most of the time. Much didn't like it when Robin used big words, they made him feel all the more stupider than people already thought him to be. He didn't even try to follow Robin's line of thought as he yelled about Gisbourne. Much had a few choice words of his own to say about the man, he didn't need an education to call him names but Robin and his ego liked to throw around words like, like 'sycophant'. Who on God's Earth even used a word like that? Why would they when there were far more simpler words to say, like fucktard, snivelling dung beetle, arse licker (when it came to Vaisey). What was wrong with those words? Why did Robin have to remind him that he was neither clever nor learned by talking to him in such ways?
Much rolled the word around in his head, let it form on his tongue. Sycophant, he had to admit it sounded very clever, even if he didn't know what it meant. But he did know that Guy Gisbourne was a wretch, a self seeking, self serving, fawning parasite, especially when it came to Lady Marian.
He stood up, brushed himself down and thought about what he was going to cook for the gangs supper, rolling his eyes at his master and grabbing his arm as Robin continued to yell at the trees and undergrowth, the only things listening to him.
"Oh Robin, do shut up," Much said sharply. "I do love you, you know, but my god, you don't half mutter on about insignificant things. Let's go catch dinner before we return to camp. You can take out your rage on Gisbourne on some poor defenceless creatures instead of my ears."