OH HO HO! I SEE WE ARE BACK!
Bengal, talking about Caspian: I fear no man. Or woman. But that... that THING...
Bengal: It scares me.
Peach: Someone will die...
Xavier: Of fun!
Peach: The quickest way to a gentleman’s heart is-
Xavier: Through heartfelt, romantic dates?
Peach, disgusted: No, through the fourth and fifth rib.
Xavier: I think you’re suffering from a lack of vitamin me ;)
Peach: *sneezes* Sorry I’m allergic to idiocy
Peach, to Bengal probably: I’ve been working on a belated birthday present for you.
Peach: Well... more of a belated medical procedure.
Peach: Well, technically, it’s a medical experiment.
Peach, getting her scalpels, needles, and bonesaw out: What’s more important is that it’s technically a present.
Sinclair: *sobbing and putting flowers on a grave*
Caspian: *shoves Sinclair aside* What is this?
Caspian, reading the tombstone: “Here lies Sinclair Alistair’s hopes and dreams.”
Caspian: What a baby
Peach: It’s against my moral compass.
Silverskies: Your moral compass is a ROULETTE WHEEL!
Peach: What’s your blood type?
Bengal: How would I know?
Peach: How would you not know?
Bengal: Who am I, Karl Landsteiner, discoverer of blood types?
Peach: You don’t know your own blood type but you know who discovered them?
Xavier: Did you just refer to your claws as “people-openers”?
Bengal: Should I not have?
Peach: What am I allergic to?
Bengal: Seafood, and the whole spectrum of emotion, minus sarcastic, disgusted, and irritated.
Bengal, arriving late to a meeting: Sorry I’m late, I was... doing things.
Silverskies: *slams the door open and is noticeably disheveled* SHE PUSHED ME OFF THE BALCONY!
Bengal: Push is such a strong word. I prefer to call it... giving you a little nudge.
Silverskies: Oh, I’ll give you a “little nudge” when I impale you to your desk!
Xavier: *sinks in his chair as several deities glare at him*