IT: *continues to do botanical megalomaniac shit*
Leonard: *MEDICINE INTENSIFIES*
Sokolov: *Continues to loom over Crimson* Sokolov will have to give traditional massage if this continues...please Mister harem man, wakey wake.
Toridus: HEY YOU! *chucking spears at Pickles* GIVE ME BACK MY CREWMATE!
Pickles: NEVER! HER SOUL IS MINE, AS IS HER FLESH!