Plabo is readying that suitcase. Do all of the diplomat's tools fit in there?

I like how Pablo's line at the end pierces through his opponent's aura of politeness.
It's got a composed threat, saying enough, as in I'm setting a limit. Also it's calling back to the damage Morty has already done, cutting through the meek demeanor to the actions beneath it.
Very effective.

I just want to eat the bread in the background. So much, the cake or meat style one looks delicious. Also love the detail on Pablo's eyes in the scenes. Time for magical battle!

He's part of the cause of most of the real bad stuff we've put on Evyle.