“Al: So what's your strategy?Ed: I told you, a fist in his face!”

“Ed, "I hate deserts. There is nothing but sand *collapses* If there was some grass I could turn it into bread. I'm starving! Huh? Hey! Al' where'd you go? Al? Hey!"Al, "Down here! *Al's hand emerges from the sand beneath Ed and grabs Ed's leg*"Ed, "AHH!!"Al, "I sunk again. . ."(cut to later, after Ed dug Al out)Al, "I get full."Ed, "Full of what? *kicks Al and sand falls out of his chest plate and buries Ed*"Al, "Hahahaha. . .hahaha. . .haha. . . ha. . . *still laughing, inches away from Ed*"Ed, "*bursts out of sand and starts running after Al* Get back here!"Al, "What are you going to do?"Ed, "Nothing!"Al, "Than why are you chasing me?"Ed, "Stop and you'll find out!"Al, "I promise I won't get buried again!"Ed, "Not unless it's by me!"Al," Ed!"Ed, "Rrrrrrrrr!”

“Ren grinned. “So… you and lady tigers, eh? Is there something you want share, Kishan?”Kishan shoved a forkful of dinner into his mouth and mumbled, “How about I share my fist with your face?”“Wow. Sensitive, I’m sure your lady tiger friends were all very attractive. So am I an uncle?”

“Told you I was going to mess up your make up," he said, a smug grin on his face.”

“Do you work for Starbox? If so, I can't say I dig your new marketing strategy.”

“Go away. I told you, I'm not interested."She looked from his lap to his face."Your nose is growing too.”