Revy: Place smells like ghost stories and regrets. All that walking through the jungle for this!? It better had been worth it.
Rock: I know you're as frustrated as I am. But at least we found shelter, even if it has seen better days. *Sigh* Let's at least check it out.
Revy: Alright... But if any moves in there, I am shooting first, and you can clean the mess.
Riko: These claws... three toes forward, one back. Not abyss fauna.
Revy: Kid's got guts. Want me to shoot it first?
Rock: Nobody shoots the potentially endangered mystery creature.
Rock: *Hears Rustling sounds* Wait, did you hear that?
Revy: Finally, something to start shooting at.
Riko: Wait—listen. It's... whimpering?
Riko: Hello? We're not here to hurt you.
Revy: Famous last words before becoming lunch.
Rock: If we die here, I guess we can finish our honeymoon in hell.
Riko: It's... it's a golden baby dragon?
Revy: It's covered in glitter. What kind of dragon sparkles?
Rock: The kind that belongs to someone who owns a manor. We're not keeping it. And dont give me that look, Revy
Revy: Comone Rock, look at it —it's cute and has gold scales. Bet it breathes fire when it grows up.
