-Rocket Grunt: Prepare fo-
-Lord Hawke: STOP that this instant!
-Rocket Grunt: Gulp! Um, alright...
-Mistress Lash: And another thing, what's with all these wimpy Poke's you guys got?! Come on, where's the destruction?! Where's the firepower!?! At least get a Charizard, for Sturm's sake!
-Rocket Grunt: Well, it's not that simple...there's this kid-
-Lord Adder: Kid? You're letting yourselves get pushed around by some kid? Heh heh...pretty lame...
-Rocket Grunt: It's not like that! You gotta see this kid, he's-
-Lord Flak: No kid's gonna stop us! You gotta get the firepower, and just SMASH anyone who gets in the way!
-Dream: A rather crude way of putting it, but I agree.
-Adder: And there's no need to worry about it anymore. Some kid is no match for my tactical prowess...heh heh heh...
-Lash: Ugh, and those uniforms? *mimes gagging*
-Rocket Grunt: There's nothing wro-
-Hawke: SILENCE! From now on, none of you shall address us unless we give consent. Understand?
-Rocket Grunt: Uh, ye-
-Hakwe: What did I just say?
-Flask: *cracks knuckles*
-Rocket Grunt: Gulp! *silence*
-Hawke: That's better. Under the tutelage of Black Hole, we shall turn this bastion of failure into something...respectable.
-Dream: Something worth fearing.
-Hawke: Well-said.
-Lash: *to Dream* suckup...