| Nucleo: Class, I have an important announcement to make today. After years of careful study and research I have concluded...
...that I am cute!
I think I just might be the cutest moutaindevil in the world.
| Chance: You're starting to creep us out.|
| Chester: Dude, you know, he does kind of look like a bear...|
| Nucleo: Really? Most people say mountaindevils look like cats.
| Chester: Bear, dude. Definitely bear. |
| Nucleo: Are you sure?|
| Chester: Most positively, dude. Now that I think about it, you look almost exactly like my Uncle Jasper and he was a bear.|
| Raymond: You know what?
I'm cute, too. :)
| Christopher: Sorry, to butt in, guys, but I have an urgent message from Dr. Abirok:
"Allright...which one of you kids put my arm on backwards??"
| Raymond: It wasn't me. I don't know how to put an arm on backwards. =(|
| Christopher: Oh wait...now that I think about it, I think that was actually me who did that. I did the same thing to my right hand once, and it took about a week to go back to normal. Good thing I'm left-handed or things could've gotten really messy. Sorry about that, Preston! |
| Raymond: Could you show me how to do that sometime? |
| Christopher: Sorry, fella, I don't think you can. It's an ancient secret Desert-Elf technique that goes back thousands of generations. |
| Raymond: Oh, I see. =(
But at least I'm still cute.
| Nucleo: As am I. |
| Raymond: |
| Christopher: You know, now that I think about it, I'm not so bad-looking, myself. What do you guys, think?|
| Chance: Oh for God's sake...STOP IT! All of you!|
| Chester: Dude, I've been told I'm like a massive heart-throbbing 10 on the Sexy-O-Meter.|
| Chance: Although this is coming from someone who is probably not qualified to judge where a man would rank on the..."Sexy-O-Meter", I can still say with utmost confidence, you're not. |
| Chester: Oh, dude, well, that's just as well, because I don't have any idea what any of that means, anyway. |
| Calico: Rorr, ro ROW! RorararRO! ROWR! RorrorororROAOAROARRR! Row! Row! ROAR. Roro.|
| Chance: What???|
| Nucleo: He said there's a fish in the oven and the time is 3 o'clock.|
| Raymond: I have cute little wiggly toes.|
| Jack: Oh, come on, now, we all know that I'm the cutest person in this party.|
| Lukyan: Oh, puh-leez. You people couldn't hold a candle to my Adonic magnetism if it was in a 10-foot-long candleabra.|
| Chance: I think I'm going to be sick.|
| Raymond: Wiggly toes... =(|
| Nucleo: I have cute toes, too, you know.|
| Raymond: But you only have six toes. I have 10.|
| Lukyan: No, you have 11.|
| Raymond: What? 11? Don't be silly. >=(|
| Lukyan: You have 11. I can prove it. Hold up your foot.|
| Raymond: Okay...|
| Lukyan: (*counts each toe*) 10, 9, 8, 7, 6...(*points to the other foot*) and five more is 11.|
| Raymond: Well, I'll be...you're right. =O|
| Preston: I'm sorry to interrupt, but I have a matter of utmost importance to discuss...|
| Chance: Oh, God, not you, too. Now I think I will vomit.|
| Preston: I regret that the very act of me walking through the door makes you vomit, Mr. Tomasaro, but I really need to ask if any of you can help me get my arm back on straight. I have a self-help class to teach in a half an hour.|
| Jack: Self-help class? I thought that's what this was.|
| Chance: Well, you people could certainly use it.|
| Nucleo: I confess that the distinction between my job and Preston's job becomes a little more hazy each day.|
| Christopher: Dr. Abirok, I think I can help you with that. I'll see you guys later. |
| Preston: Splendid! I apologize again for my interruption, and Mr. Tomasaro...I will attempt to get my profile picture changed to a less vomit-inducing one upon my next appearance. Have a good day.|
| Calico: RorrorororROAOAROARRR! RORORO! RorararRO! ROWR! GROAR!!! ROW! Roro. Rorr, ro ROW!|
| Chance: What???|
| Nucleo: He said, "Cranberry Sauce".|