Rookery: Oh, you've got to be joking.
Tony: Shit's going down. I can feel it.
Rookery: Wow, this so utterly failed as a kid's movie that a nine-year-old has been driven to swearing.
Rookery: And what am I doing stuck staring at the rear ends of cows? What're they doing out this late anyway?
Rookery: Is this movie even trying anymore?
Rookery: Alright, back to business. Give me that amulet, kid.
Tony: I'm not listening! I'm not listening!
Tony: Besides, you're a bad guy. My mom says never to talk to bad guys.
Rookery: Too late for that. Wait--Bad guy?
Rookery: Just give me the amulet and let's be done with it!
Tony: Over my dead body!
Rookery: I'll arrange that later.
Rookery: I've got other things to take care of first.
Rookery: Ah, here we go.
Rookery: Now, lets see who wants to dance.
Tony: Phew, that was a close one.
Rookery: Beg pardon?
Rookery: ...Vampire cows.
Tony: Led by Rudolph!
Rookery: ...
Tony: This is gonna be tricky.
Rudolph: Well hello, there.
Rookery: I can't tell if he's serious or not.
Tony: Oh, he's serious. Trust me.
Rookery: Very well, then.
Stone of Attamon: Great, now I'm a bargaining chip.
Tony: Did you hear that?
Rookery: Shut up.
Tony: Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod!
*The Behemoth in all of its glory.*
Rookery: CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tony: *little girl scream*
Rudolph: Attack!
Rookery: Are they seriously....that close they...but...but how?
*Hole in one*
Cora: Arsewipe deserved it.
*She laughs. I shit you not. And I have no idea what to make of this.*
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