Musa: AHHH—!!
Sun Wukong: What the—?!
Musa: Don't look at me don't look at me don't look—
Musa: Sleep. NOW.
Musa: Okay... what is this thing? It's warm...
Musa: Why does it feel like it's... alive?
Musa: HEY— stop! I wasn't gonna hurt him!
Musa: You're a STICK! Calm DOWN!
Musa: ...ugh...
Sun Wukong: Heh. Cute trick with the blindfold.
Sun Wukong: Good staff. Now then... who are you, little fairy?
Sun Wukong: Hmm... interesting face. Never seen your kind before.
Sun Wukong: Let's see what you are...
Musa: GET OFF ME YOU CREEP!!
Sun Wukong: OOF—! My—!!
Musa: Ugh— gross gross gross! What were you DOING?!
Sun Wukong: You knocked ME out and I'M the creep?!
Musa: You were FAKING IT!
Musa: And your face was like THIS close— *slap*
Sun Wukong: You hit a GOD, fell out of nowhere, tried to steal my weapon— and you're mad at ME?
Musa: I didn't TRY to steal it! I picked it up!
Sun Wukong: Same thing, sweetheart.
Musa: Don't call me that. I will END you.
Sun Wukong: Alright, enough playing.
Musa: Put me DOWN—!
Sun Wukong: Nah. You're coming with me. I got questions.
Musa: This is KIDNAPPING! You can't just— I have RIGHTS!
Sun Wukong: You're in the realm of the gods. You have whatever I say you have.
Musa: I hate it here. I hate this. I hate YOU.
Sun Wukong: Cute.