Puppy: Shame on you, Dolly. You killed Dylan’s Poodlewolf. He hasn’t slept or eaten in days!
Disel: I wouldn’t go to the funeral if I were you.
Dante: At least he didn’t live to see the apocalypses, if that’s any constellation.
Portia: Your gloom is a beacon of despair in an ocean of benign triviality.
Dolly: It’s a toy!
Hansel: It’s not a toy to Dylan!












