"Flamethrowers aren't very good for your health. They can burn one to a crisp."
"What degree can they burn to?"
Winter walks over, "Not if you're a cool dude like me"
"That was a bad pun. You should be ashamed of yourself"
"You're a bad pun" Winter says walking away tapping his skull
"Your face is a bad pun"
"Is not" Winter says pulling out his sword, and his shield
"Ooh, a fight." Runa materializes his scythe. "Why not, let's fight!"
"Oh god he's gone savage" Maen pulls out nothing, he doesn't have any weapons. "BY THE POWER OF GRAYSKULL...wait, what does he say next?"
"I have no clue." Runa replied. "But it seems you're weaponless. Not a good idea to fight, if that's the case."
Winter looks at Runa, "I thought we were potential friends"
"Potatoes are a vegetable, and a starch"
"We can be." Runa said, having not entered a fighting stance. "Doesn't mean we can't have a fun little sparring-fight match thing."
Winter shakes his head, "Protocol dictates that I cannot hurt friends"
"Oh. Okay." He says. He then looks around. he shoots blasts of green energy into the air, bored.
"Hot enough for that scrub Toa Tahu to be jealous."
"Which one." Runa asks.
"That OG dude."
"The one stealing the show from real pyros."
"Ohhh. Makes sense."
"as hot as me?"