Fox: If you would just follow my orders--
Thire: That is how vode get killed!
Thorn sneezes.
Fox: Because you have allowed this to go on for far too long!
Thire: You don't know a damn thing about how the Senate runs!
Thorn sneezes twice more.
Fox: THORN!
Thorn, startled: Yes, sir?
Fox, still shouting as if arguing: Are you ok!?
Thorn, feeling like he's in trouble: Y-yes, sir?
Thire, also shouting: Are you sure!?
Thorn, now thoroughly confused: Yes? There's a new flower vendor...so...I thought I would decorate my office...I think I have allergies...
Fox, sternly: That's adorable!
Thorn: Th-thank you?
Thire, in a reprimanding tone: Keep tissues in your office for other troopers!
Thorn: O...k?
Fox: THIRE!
Thire: WHAT!?
Fox, finally calming his tone: ...I forgot what we were arguing about...
Thire, sighing: ...That's probably for the best...