Rock: Revy...? No—wait, kid, are you alright?
Riko: Where's Reg—where's the nether chasm—
Rock: Easy, breathe. We're on solid ground.
Revy: Great, we ditched one ocean for babysitting duty.
Revy: These ain't coral scrapes... something big dragged itself here.
Riko: If we fell here, maybe my friends will come looking?
Rock: Our crew too—though Dutch'll laugh his head off first.
Revy: Bet ya ten crates of ammo we're honeymooning on Monster Island.
Riko: A new layer... unexplored...
Revy: Tour guide says forward, I vote we rob the gift shop.
Rock: Just promise not to shoot the wildlife unless it provokes us.
Riko: Come on! Artifacts wait for no one!
Revy: Three hours without nicotine and I'm still breathing. Miracles do happen.
Rock: The pig's impressive. Didn't know you could field dress game.
Revy: Grew up where McDonald's meant catching rats behind dumpsters. This is luxury.
Riko: The fat caramelized! In the Abyss, we only get dried rations...
Rock: First time I've seen someone analyze pork like a chemistry experiment.
Riko: Everything's data! Even survival tastes different when properly cooked!
Revy: So salaryman, what's the plan when honeymoon becomes survival camp?
Rock: Same as always. Keep breathing until we find a way out.
Revy: That's my line. You're stealing my lines now.
Riko: If we're really from different worlds... which one's the dream?
Rock: Doesn't matter. We're all here now, eating dinner together.
Revy: Kid's got a point. This whole island feels like someone else's nightmare.
Revy: Bet you ten bullets there's a smoke shop somewhere here. Fate wouldn't be this cruel.
Rock: Revy, we talked about your smoking problem.
Revy: I'll bet the kid's notebook there's treasure in those caves. Double or nothing?
Riko: Treasure?!
