Image: Nucleo is a big soft lovey snuggle wuggle lump mushin.
Honen: Dat iz not necessary. Okay?
Image: If you knew anything about love, you'd know that yes, it is.
Honen: What?? You know damn well I am certified expert on ze subject of romance, you mangy fireball! But your persistence in calling ze professor "lump muffin" in front of everyone iz highly unprofessional und disturbing, so zip it, por favour!
Image: Certified expert?!?
Please. I need to save some of my laughter for Onomatopoeia Night at the juice bar.
Deuce: Just for the record, I'm not actually a scientist. I'm a Space Marine and I have some computer and mechanical skills, but no actual degree. Well, anyway, enough about me. Why don't you come with me and Im to the juice bar? We'll have some drinks and fun!
Honen: No thanks, Rosalyn. I've dealt with you women enough for one night.
Deuce: Oh, I'm sorry, but you don't have a choice this time. Get him, Im!
Honen:
What you mean...?
WHOAH!! AYE, YAI!!! STOP!! PUT ME DOWN!!
Image: Oh, come on! What is so bad about this? You're being treated like a king.
Honen: ICH LASSE NICHT DIESES ZU!! NE ME TOUCHEZ PAS!! AAAAAAIIIEEEEK-GYAAAAHHH!!
Image: Onis are noisy creatures, aren't they, Deuce?
Deuce: It's okay, he'll feel better after he's had a few drinks.
