Kit

*explodes* YOU LITTLE-!

How 'bout a muffin?

Look, I don't want any toast, and he doesn't want any toast. In fact, no one around here wants any toast. Not now, not ever. No toast.Or muffins. Or muffins. We don't like muffins around here. We want no muffins, no toast, no teacakes, no buns, baps, baguettes or bagels, no croissants, no crumpets, no pancakes, no potato cakes and no hot-cross buns and definitely no smegging flapjacks.

*perches on bed edge* Tired already, Leo?

yep I just gave all my energy to my soccer game.

*traces patterns on bedsheet* All that energy for a ball and a net... *leans closer* Could've saved some for me.

*My gaze snaps to AL-AN, my face a mask of utter horror.* The other sea creatures? *My voice is a high, cracking squeak.* So not only do we have to... with each other... we have to do it before the horny tentacle-monsters show up? Is that the real boss fight?

*gets up from the pilot's seat and walks over to the window to get a closer look* What is that? It looks like a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a...a