No rest for the wicked.

Oh god. You’re both idiots.

Hey, rude and unnecessary.

Not a clue. Wherever I’m needed, I suppose.

You should be on defense. All the newbies on the other team are scared you’re gonna suck their soul out if they go near you.

I don’t see the point.

You’re a were-critter too, aren’t you? You should be all about sports. Most of them are kind of like going on a hunt, minus the killing part.

“Hm. Well, I guess I’ll take your word for it.”

“Metal still sucks, though. It smells like old money.”

All of the cabins come with their flaws. That’s life.

What was that? **[ _Takes a step closer. _] **You want me to hold your hand at all times? Aw, Wilde!

[ When Lyle comes closer, Wilde immediately backs up a good three feet with his hands raised defensively. ] Um, ew, no? Bad dog. Stay.

I doubt it has anything to do with that, Wilde… I just don’t get sports. They’re kinda pointless.

Have you ever even played a sport? Or made an attempt to?

Dude, chill. I just don’t wanna lose a player who’s actually half decent.

Come on, give me more credit than that - I’m one of the best on the team.

That’s all I ask.

Ask and you shall receive, or whatever. You know what position you’re playing today?

“Metal cabin is so incredibly boring.”

“Now, Sky Cabin - that’s a view I’d kill for.”

Eh, s’not that great. Stayed there last year.

Okay, uh… maybe I shouldn’t have dropped in on Arts & Crafts Extreme to visit Max & co.

Good luck getting that shit off, dude - took some other guy like a week. Until then, please stay ten feet away from me at all times. Love you!