Gary: "Oh, no, my cute little Tabby slimes are eating all the pink plorts! I hope they
don't become Tarrs!"
Norkflord: "See, Gary, the races shouldn't mix. When the boogaloo comes, I'll hang your race-traitor corpse by a rope."
Gary: "Jesus, Norkflord.
What's wrong with you? Are we actually friends? If so,
what's wrong with me?"