Hubert: "Oh, yeah... How's the bruise healin' up?"
Caleb: "Which one - the one from the drunk bastard or the freak of nature?"
Caleb: "...Because believe it or not, a pissed off, tipsy Breden'er packs a bigger punch than a magical vegetable-moss… ‘thing’.”
Hubert: "Huh. Yeah, I guess Butcher’s truck got it the worst outta’ all of us."
Hubert: "Uh, by the way, sorry ‘bout that, Butch."
Butcher: "Nnrgh..."
Caleb: "I just wish I could'a found my damn shoe...”
Hubert: "You never found it?"
Caleb: "Naw, it got lost in the chaos.”
Caleb: *Sigh* "Guess I can just check back tomorrow as long as some random animal don’t run off with it.”
Caleb: "Hell, after all that nasty gunk was on it I don’t think I even want it anymore…”
