Simon: WHAT WAS THAT FOR?
Guard: FOR USING MAGIC!
Simon: I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!
Neighbor: WHERE'D THIS SPEAR COME FROM?
Guard: DON'T EVEN TRY GETTING PAST ME, HERETIC.
Tacoba: UNLESS WE HAVE THE GIRL, HE'S USELESS! GET HER!
Guard: BUT THIS MAN IS CLEARLY A DANGER.
Tacoba: YOU'RE WASTING TIME. JUST DO AS I SAY.
Guard: FINE. BUT FIRST...
crunch
Guard: THAT FELT GOOD, PUNCHING A MAJESTIC. TWICE. NOW LET'S GET THE GIRL.
Tacoba: TIME TO FACE MY SON, THIEF.
Stomp!
Tacoba: RUN, BOY, RUN.
