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".