T: "What happened to staying lowkey??? The squeaks are gonna recognize you like that!"
O: "... . .. Like what??"
T: "Are you-- Oh my cod you're drunk. How many shots did you take during the show???"
O: "I dunno, I lost count afterrr eight I guess"
T: "U g h. . . Whatever, you just need to change back to your biped form. Now."
T: "You know, two arms, two legs, less disgusting face?? Whatever you organics do to change back, do. It."
O: ". . . . . .. . I don't remember how."
O: "I DON'T REMEMBER HOW, OKAY. DON' YELL AT ME."
T: "FOR THE LOVE OF-- ThEn yoU'rE goinG to have to hide?!? Until you figure it the frill out???"
O: "Fish w h e r e ? There's squids swarmin’ this joint"
T: "Did I stutter? Hide in my coat before someone SEES YOU. I'll walk us out of here--"
T: "We'll you're stupid for drinking so much in public, h e a t h e n. I did not calculate your organic mortal folly as a variable in ways things could go wrong tonight…"
O: "Wull thattt sounds like’a you problem. . ."
T: "Do not argue with me right now. And don't touch anything--"
T: "Oh really? That sounds fun, but I actually have to be going--"
Marina: "It'll only take a sec, no worries! Where's Wasa at? He should be in it too!"
T: "He uhh had to leave early, wasn't feeling well-- I'll tell him we missed him if you want--!"