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As a result, they are often fighting Control police officers like Mandora. This is what Jackalman looks like after such a fight. Wait a second...I recognize that picture. You were fighting Mandora, too? Lion-O, have you been selling Silky fruit to the Berbils again? No! And I never did in the first place. Sure. Right. Whatever you say. Listen, I'm telling you I was there for this picture and that's not Jackalman after Mandora. That's Jackalman after me. You're saying you beat up Jackalman? Isn't there something in the Code of Thundera about unnecessary roughness? You're hopeless. Never mind. |
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I suppose everyone must have a talent. What's yours? Sage advice. Sage advice? What kind of talent is that? I have many other talents, as well. Unlike some, my personality is not one-dimensional. And Jackalman's is? Oh no, Jackalman has many facets to his personality. I was thinking of a certain tiger and lion. If you weren't blind, I'd introduce you to five friends of mine all rolled into a fist. |
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Yeah, but he's about to grab the keys from Mandora's belt. She doesn't keep an eye on those prisoners like she should. Nobody's perfect. You're an excellent example of that. Excuse me? Forget it. No, you said something insulting. I'd like you to either explain or apologize. You're knocking your head against a brick wall, Bengali. That's nothing new for him. What's with you two today? I can't win! And what's so unusual about that? |
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