“Ah yes… smells like boredom.”
“They took parts out of us and used them to repair themselves.”
“That sounds efficient.”
“That’s not the word I was looking for.”
“I believe you’re still carrying them around with you, which is only slightly creepy.”
“We throw small tarps over them.”
“He’s Sivaak. I had to look at my cards. Somebody’s ‘end of round.’ Kind of like Short Round…”
“I’m not necessarily sure he needs saving. Have you seen him?!”
“Connected, but irrelevant. I’m starting to get this.”
“I don’t want to leave this place. This may be a trap.”
“Maybe this is how they recruit people.”
“I want to join this group. The trap has worked completely.”
“You find that shortly after the basket of rolls is empty, someone comes out and replaces the basket.”
“…Eating contest?”
“Eating contest.”
“Rolling one of them out of here is going to be significantly easier than the other.”
“I would really hate to be the scientist responsible for the downfall of the city.”
“So while you’re trying not to vomit rolls, and you’re waiting for the next basket of rolls to come out…”
“I can continue discussing the cows, if you’d like some obfuscation.”
“I really hate to be the destruction of something nice.”
“Yeah, well, the Twilight Academy had a good run.”
“I think I’m missing half of the conversation.”
“You are, but the other half can’t talk back, so I can talk smack to it all I want.”
“So to deny them any useful information, I’m going back to the kitchen.”
“I guess technically we’re all sippy-cups to vampires, aren’t we? Knock us over, and we don’t spill that much…”
“Schroedinger’s trash fire.”
“You got a 15, she got a 14… that IS nearly as good.”
“Shut uuuuup.”
“That is exactly the amount required to penetrate me and the car…”
“Hey, I think the spring is still in there.”
“Don’t point that in our direction!”