Gollum: “We has to gets ready for this poetry slam. Gollum! We will be back soon and then we can starts. Gollum!”
Spicoli: “Knock yourself out, dude.”

Spicoli: “Are you hipsters sure about winning this poetry slam? The stakes are really high.”
Mouse: “Yeah they are!”
Spicoli: “If you lose, that weirdo is going to expect me to give him my sunglasses.”
Mouse: “Not to mention that he’s going to expect to eat me as a snack!”
Spicoli: “Uhh, yeah, that too.”
Chaplin: “Don’t worry. It’s all under control.”
Dennis: “So explain to me about this whole eating spiders thing, Vermin.”

Vermin: “HISSS! Well first you’ll want to keep this chart of spider flavors handy …”
Spicoli: “Dude! Ick! Why would you even ask about that?”
Dennis: “Mama says I need to eat novel proteins, on account of my IBD.”
Spicoli: “I’m pretty sure she wasn’t thinking spiders, dude!”
Mouse: ” ‘Under control’? How are things ‘under control’? And shouldn’t you two be working on poems or something instead of just lying around cuddling?”
Chaplin: “You’ve got nothing to fear, mouse. Didn’t you hear that guy talking? He can barely string a sentence together, and every other word out of his mouth is ‘Gollum’.”
Charlee: “And he doesn’t have a hipster hat like we both do.”
Mouse: “Yeah, well, you’ll forgive me if I’m unconvinced that speaking incoherently is a harbinger of defeat.”

Soon …

Gollum: “Are you tricksy kitties ready? Gollum! If you’ve got muses, better call ’em!”
Vermin: “HISSS! There sure are a lot of hipsters in this cave all of a sudden! Ha ha ha ha!”
Charlee: “Uh-oh.”
Mouse: “What do you mean, ‘Uh-oh’?!”