[The mysterious mustachioed man perks up when Guzma finally takes an interest. He nods and appears to think back to the very definitely real memory of this bug that super does exist.]

[(He's maintaining this ridiculous charade with remarkable calm, considering his rare anger with the other man. Nanu doesn't intend to keep this up for too long—though he's amazed this dumbass, itchy, paste-on mustache is fooling Guzma at all.)]

Ah! So you are the bug expert! [Sounding relieved somewhat, and maybe a little appreciative, the man smiles.] I sure got lucky findin' you right quick!

It was a small l'il thing, no bigger than my hand, I suppose. Had more legs than fingers on one, though, aha-ha! Looked like it was painted all odd for a skittery fellow—coulda' sworn I saw a tiny frownin' face on its back! Like one o' those ee-mo-geese you youngin's like to use.

[(Take comfort in the fact that Nanu knows exactly how painful this is to hear. It's even worse saying it.)]