Mateo Diavera: Man, when Danesha walks into a room, it's like the sun decided to wear a dress.
Argon Galahorn: Wait until your wife literally breathes hellfire when she's mad.
Tiechi Negima: Amea's smile could stop traffic... if she'd just let me see it more often.
Mateo Diavera: Alright, heroes and... whatever Tiechi is—time for the real question.
Argon Galahorn: I fought a war to avoid discussions like this.
Tiechi Negima: I'm security, not a philosopher.
Mateo Diavera: Boobs or butt? Choose wisely—your man-card depends on it.
Argon Galahorn: Booty. A warrior needs something to hold onto during dragon-fire.
Tiechi Negima: Both have their merits, but I'm team booty—Amea's got proof.
Mateo Diavera: Finally, men of culture. I was starting to think I was surrounded by—
Danesha: MATEO DIAVERA, DID YOU JUST REDUCE ME TO A BODY PART?!
Argon Galahorn: And that's why I sleep with one eye open.