Toola: *carrying Teela bridal style and talking calmly with her*
Sun: *sprints past, carrying Kinsee over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes; they’re both screaming*
Toola: *carrying Teela bridal style and talking calmly with her*
Sun: *sprints past, carrying Kinsee over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes; they’re both screaming*
Teela: I’m cold
Toola: Here take my jacket
Klik: I’m cold too
Ooga: Well I can’t control the weather, Klik
Toola: Are you in the mood for a quickie?
Teela: *struggling to breathe* Wh-what?
Toola: A quickie. You know, one of those egg things.
Teela:
Teela: IT’S PRONOUNCED QUICHE!