"You stupid old coot! What do you think you're doing?! If you didn't like my jokes, you could have just told me, but no, 'Let me stab this punk with my ice arm like a little *****.' Seriously, fuck off! It didn't even hurt you tard! Oh, by the way, if you can smell that, it's me, it's hydrogen cyanide, you know about it Mr. IC Library? That gas used by the Nazis to gas Jews in the holocaust. Yeah, guess who's fault that was?" Poxum shouted, his poisonous powers usually resulted when he had been damaged or in a similar way to a chameleon in that he could change his form of poison with his mood. His anger along with his minor injury formed one of the deadliest poisons known to many to radiate of off him, and if those around him wouldn't move, they may end up dead or unconscious.