TYSON, CHIROTA, JULIE

    JULIE: Yum, this is so delicious I don't think I can stand it!
    TYSON: YEAaaah
    TYSON: SUpah DUpah
    CHIROTA: ScrumpciouS
    CHIROTA: you know we're not very far from mIracle mountaIn
    CHIROTA: I waS thInkIng that maybe It'S tIme we should get a move on
    JULIE: I shthay that no enterprishe of great importshance should ever be
    undershtaken on an empty shtomach!
    TYSON: MOST certainly
    TYSON: I COULdnt agree with you more sis
    TYSON: LETS have another doddermellon

    -

    TYSON: HEY
    TYSON: WHAT the heck???
    TYSON: UHh

    -

    GIGER: Hiiiiiiiiii-

    -

    GIGER: YA!

    -

    TYSON: HEY
    TYSON: WHATs all this in need of? HUh??
    JULIE: You think you can get away with this behavior just 'cuz you're a
    little kid?!
    CHIROTA: yeah you Shouldnt go around annoying your olderS and betterS!

    -

    GIGER: I'll grant you the "olders" part, but my betters don't sneak around
    stealing watermelons.
    TYSON: HOW dare you!
    GIGER: Watermelon thieves can expect NO forgiveness.
    TYSON: ONe thing you gotta LEarn is respect, KID.
    TYSON: YAh. YAh. YAh.

    -

    TYSON: HOLy MOly??
    GIGER: Now it's MY turn to attack!

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    CHIROTA: that'S one SkIllful lIttle boy
    GIGER: Alright, WHO'S NEXT?! Front and center!
    CHIROTA: not me! Im behInd hIm, to the SIde!
    JULIE: Hmhm, now look.
    JULIE: We're sorry.
    JULIE: We stole your watermelons.
    JULIE: Our lives will be filled with guilty feelings forever, okay?
    TYSON: OH BOy does that hurt..
    FATHER: Well done, Giger!
    GIGER: Father!

    -

    FATHER: That was indeed a famous victory!
    GIGER: Heheh.

    -

    GIGER: THIS will be the spoils of my victory.
    TYSON: YOur what??
    FATHER: Ye lost the match. Therefore, ye must present yer sword to the
    victor.
    FATHER: These are the rules governin fencing matches around these parts.
    TYSON: HEy there's something wrong with your EYes, mister.
    TYSON: THAT aint no sword, it's an axe!

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    JULIE: (What a very interesting rule.)
    JULIE: Oh please, forgive us!
    TYSON: Huh?? What gives?
    JULIE: Get down on the gravel and grovel, you imbeciles!
    JULIE: Since you have such a strong and skillful son, noble sir, I presume
    that you yourself are a highly accomplished swordsman.
    GIGER: I'll have you know my father's the greatest blade of his day and
    age!
    JULIE: Ah! Then I was right!
    JULIE: I wonder if it might be possible to ask a favor of a swordsman of
    such renown?
    GIGER: A favor...?
    FATHER: Just what might it be?