Damian: In the name of everything holy, stop speaking in cursive.
Danny: Aw you think I sound fancy?
Damain: I think all of your letters are attached to the other whenever you open your mouth. Put some space between your words. It sounds like you cast a spell when you say ICanGoForSomeBurgers.
Danny: Sorry, I talk fast when I'm excited or nervous. IJustThinkYoureReallyPrettyAndCoolandIWasWonderingIfYouLikeToGoOnADate?
Damian: Stop it! I can't understand you!
Danny: I-dot-think-dot-that-dot-you-dot-!
Damian: This is not an old, timely telegram! It's a verbal conversation!
Danny: *Sobbing and switching into Ghost Speech by accident* You're just so hot, I can't do this.
Damian: That wasn't even words! I know several languages, and none of that screeching was sentences! Are you issuing a duel with me!? Attempting to blemish my honor with this silly mockery!?
Danny: Oh dang, you speak in cursive? That was fancy as hell.
Damian: HOW DARE YOU. I ARTICULATE PERFECTLY! MEET ME AFTER SHCOOL IN THE WEST PARKING LOT FOOL!
Danny watching Damian stomp away: Task failed successfully.
Tucker: In what world was that successful!?
