“I feel our welcome in this dimension has been overstayed by…”
“I’d say a year and a half.”
“Is that Greatsword just for show?”
“No, It’s the real deal.” Kronax takes it off his back and swings it around a bit. “Wha are you implying?”
“It probably used to be a butterknife.”
“Hey! I’ll have you know I’ve won many battles with this!”
Kronax swings his sword into a tree and it makes it about 3/4ths of the way through. He can’t pull it out.
“Nothing!” She says, realizing how awful of an idea first degree murder for a hotel would be.
“Great job.”
Hutere pulls out his sword and carves Kronax’s sword out of the tree.
“Git gud.”
“Ok… so, what are we gonna do?”
“Eliminate everyone who stands in or- hm -do we actually have anyone standing in our way?”
She starts counting off on her fingers:
“World peace, drawing out a bad roleplay, being out of character…”
“There’s a lot to choose from”
“I like world peace. I did a concert for that once.”
“Ooh, was it [insert bad pop singer here]?”
“No, I mean I played the concert. Main act. I sing in my universe.”
Sorano begins singing in Hebrew
“Wonderful…”
“I’m going to sleep now, and if anyone disturbs me… don’t. I will burn your mask off, and possibly your face.”
“Good night!”
Sorano points to the fact that he doesn’t have a face
“Or faceplate.”
“My fire doesn’t discriminate what it maims.”
“So, Rhyuto, wanna go see that cave for old time’s sake?”
“Shoreynot” she says in a blob of engrish
They start walking
“So, Hows life?”