"Gonna kill me, green ninja?" asked Garmadon, nastily baring his teeth and lifting his palms in false defeat.
Lloyd only shrugged, without letting his narrowed eyes off him and holding his index finger on the trigger of the gun.
It wasn't funny now, because up until this moment he had thought everything was his grandfather's sick humor. If not, then it was still his fault, since he decided to make someone like Lloyd the green ninja, correction, golden ninja.
Lloyd's perspective at the moment when he saw his father instead of his reflection.