Jason: I never had a filter, Mr. Seeker, so I'll give you the best sorry I can, but that probably won't stop me. And for you, Aelsum, I'll buy some wasp's nest on the low-low. Not here, but somewhere else. Determine a time and place and we'll meet up, just bring the stuff.
Cressida: what's going on around here? Joren: I have no idea, I suppose will find out... Rowen: Do I get to hit anyone with a sword!? Joren: No!!! Cressida: We could ask someone...
Cressida: I have no idea what is happening, so if I'm dreaming or not is up for debate. Joren: not dreaming here, my leg hurts to much for that. Rowen: well... It's not a nightmare about... we anything
Truman: Aaaa-haahaaa! Mister? Heh heh heh, Seeker's a machine! Well, now it's an Eternal entity, but I can't remember it ever being called sir. Portia, come have a seat over here with me, and we'll help you figure out where your from and what's going on. Alpha! Mission: Dignity Law, Article One - Protect Serve. Mark! Alpha-Dog: *stands and snarls* Opening log, beginning mission. *low growl as the Dog-moeba moves between Portia and 'Junkie'. Its teeth get larger as it begins to expand. Dog features sag as it grows and morphs into a 12 foot T-Rex. Low growl turns to a rumble of the ground beneath 'Junkie's' feet.* Truman: Wow! Tyrannosaurus this time! Okay, Port, let's help you out. What's the last thing you remember?
Portia: I'd pinch myself, but I barely 'ave enough skin to pinch. I wonder if I 'ave any powers in this dream. I wish I could thicken myself up. Actually, I'm very 'ungry right now. D'you lot 'ave any food? Everyone I know says you can't eat food in dreams. They say it disappears or it don't taste like nothin' or you wake up when you put it in your mouth, but I dream about eatin' all the time an' it's wonderful. None o' that stuff 'appens to me. Anyway, I could go for a jogan pie right now. I can almost taste the crust on my tongue, I want one so bad. I'd eat the whole thing, all by myself. I could eat two of 'em.
Truman: There, you are very fortunate, Port. Just think about what you want - and it appears for your consumption. Watch this. I'm thinking about a glass of single-malt whiskey... *drink appears in front of Truman. He sips and smiles* Love that first sip! You can have anything you want, Port.
Portia: Look! A joganfruit pie! Boomin’ Am-shak, that’s ‘uge! I wonder if I can make myself pretty, too. [closes eyes] I wish I was pretty. [opens eyes and feels face] [sighs] Still bony, leathery an’ mud-colored. You guys are lucky. Your skin is smooth an’ your eyes aren’t sunken. I wish I was ‘uman. ‘Umans are so beautiful. [sighs]
Portia: Well it's very smooth an' I like the color. It's probably cold, though. I wouldn't want cold skin. My 'ide's not warm enough as it is. [sighs] This is good pie, though.
May: Cheers, Truman! *A mug the size of her head appears in her hand and she downs it. She is now thoroughly drunk.* Gabriel: Ah, dammit. This isn't going to be pretty. *Wings appear and he flies a little ways in the air as water fills the room enough for May to float.* May: Hehe... float... Gabriel: Y'know, Portia, some of my best friends weren't human. They were all cooler than me, too. It's not something to be ashamed of.
Portia: It’s just we Weequays are so ugly. Not to other Weequays, o’ course, but don’t ‘ave a chance with Apollon. ‘E’s my best friend an’ ‘e’s been pinin’ over this Twi’lek girl for six months.
Jason: Trust me when I say this, I know some cows if you really wanna get down to it. My sister used to be one. Piper: Shut up, Jason. I'm sick of it.
