Lemmy: So it was your voice…
Rif: Ah, Lemmy, what are you doing here?
Lemmy: I heard this terrible moaning, and I thought it might have been a Stray Summon.
Rif: Ohh… I see…
Lemmy: It looks like you’re still not feeling well. If only you were always this docile, I might actually be saved.
Lemmy: Oh, for pity’s sake…
Rif: Can I ask you something? Do you think I would be able to make it as the poster girl for a shop somewhere?
Lemmy: P-POSTER GIRL?
-Why on earth would you be thinking about that for yourself?
Rif: That’s not exactly what I’m worried about… but, at least you’re at ease…
Lemmy: What a surprise… for you to actually say that kind of thing…
-Are you telling me that even though you live every day of your life for the fighting matches you love so much, you’re more miserable than I am? That’s the worst joke I’ve ever heard.
Rif: What did you say? I’m seriously worrying over here, you know!
Lemmy: If you’re really all that worried, then just go to sleep.
-By tomorrow morning, you’ll have already forgotten your troubles.
Rif: Wha—what the heck is that supposed to mean! You’re so irritating!
Lemmy: Look at that… seems you’re already feeling better. That’s good.
-Although I said I would be saved if you were docile, it isn’t nearly as amusing anymore if you’re not your usual energetic self.
Rif: What the heck! Geez!