[The worst crime of all, exist (and also have the same face as his brothers). With a dark sort of cackle, Guzma crackles his knuckles. Oh, how he's longed to bash this asshole's face in. Both of them would have been ideal, and he half hoped throwing them at that weirdo with the Grimer would have killed them, but this is all well and good.]

That right? Never been paid to crush someone 'fore, but dang do I appreciate your genor--...yo, hold up. [Guzma removed his foot from Osomatsu's back, then nudges him over with his foot to get a better look, sinking into a squat to really peer down at him from a better vantage point.] You ain't one'a the two jokers I seen earlier. Dang ,how many of you chumps are there?!

[Yes, Guzma can tell the difference between the Matsu brothers. I mean, of course he can - all his grunts looked exactly alike, and he still knew them all individually by name (real name).]