Look at those two. Wasting time. You wouldn't catch me doing that.

You display inordinate pride for someone who has completed a task which could have been performed by a lesser primate in a shorter time.

The name's Bond. James Omar Bond.

I can grow cameras!" she had shrieked at the Brill brothers during one briefing. "Who's to say that despicable centaur Foaly hasn't succeded in splicing surveillance equiptment to plants? So get rid of all the flowers. Rocks, too. I don't trust them. Sullen little blebers.

Chaos reigned, and the survivalists eagerly unwrapped the kidskin from their crossbows. Phase one of Opal's plan was complete.

The humans were protecting their heritage, or so they thought. Strange that Mud Men seem more concerned about the past than the present.

Doobie always wanted to see the badge. It was shiny, and he was eight.