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?"