Norman the God of Gooning: Ladies, welcome to the Garden of—
Tanya: Save it. I was in the middle of a war council.
Mahiro: Onii-san, your aura's screaming 'zero experience.'
Norman the God of Gooning: At least try the inter-dimensional calamari? It's supposed to be the tasties in the multiverse!
Tanya: I've seen uglier men less desperate than you...
Mahiro: Big guy, you're broadcasting 'creepy uncle.' And it's obvious you down horrendously.
Norman the God of Gooning: I just wanted someone to sit on my face… is that so much?
Tanya: How about this, then? Let me take you to boot camp, and if you survive. You might be able to get a girl.
Mahiro: Onii-san, trust me. Keep going like that, and you're only going to get a multiversal restraining order.