“We have Tyrant on the ropes! Look! I got him all glowy and slowed down in his awe over my cuteness! And my boys are keeping him all distracted! And Scary Sam even has him trembling in his very unfashonable boots! The big guy is going down!”
“Then (urg) why are you (smack) way so far over there (oof) on the opposite side of him (snick) from me?”
“Just, um, because — I, ah, I do not want to get in your way! And maybe block some of your pokeys inadvertently! I am far too clever and cute a tactician to ever cause you any problems in combat!”
“Riiiight (ugh). And why (smack) are you still wearing (erf) the Wedding Band?”
“Oh, that! Well, I — uh — well … aha! I do not want Statesy to think I am ‘available,’ of course. When I rescue him down from the wall. Yeah, that is it! He has an awful rep with the girls, you know.”
“…”
“Wow, Statesy — your Evil Twin sure had good taste in chairs! This thing is pretty darned comfy, even if the view of the lava pits is not all that great.”
“Is she, er, always like this.”
“You have no idea.”
“Hey, look! I got my Statesman imitation down pat! ‘Look at me! Proud and patriotic protector of Paragon! Huh-huh-huh.’ Except I am much cuter.”
“…”
Sigh.
“Oh, poo, Exterry. You are just jealous because I got to sit in the big chair and you are afraid of going all spiney and damaging the very nice upholstery. Hey that gives me a very brilliant idea! Statesy! Think you could help us move this thing to our Super-Base? It would look very, very cute in my room!”
“…”