— And you, you little freak! What was that on the roof?
— I tried to save you.
— You failed spectacularly, didn't you?
— Anna... we're supposed to be saving you.
— I'm sorry. I got bored, so I saved myself.
— You don't know how many times I've saved your life.
— If I ever become king I'll have you made you court jester.
— How could feces like you ever save people?
— Well... I could indirectly, as fertilizer.
— So this is it. We're gonna die.
— Yeah, we're gonna die. No, no, what's this?
— What's that? What's this?
— What's this? This is nothing. Yeah, we're gonna die.
