Ramza is packing sandwiches, Mustadio and Besrodio is still inventing soda machines, Orlandu's
bringing chips of all sorts, Agrias is bringing ice cream, Beowulf and Reis aren't in speaking
terms since Beowulf caught Reis and Balk together but Beowulf's bringing a veriety of candy,
and Delita's bringing the entertainment)
Ramza: Is that everything?
Reis: We forgot the ice. (Staring at Beowulf coldly)
Beowulf: The only ice here is coming from your winter fresh breath!
Delita: Enough! Let's enjoy ourselves before we have to fight again!
Ramza: Any word on Meliadoul?
Orlandu: She's bringing some friends, laddy (Scottish accent)
Beowulf: Yummy, cookies.
(Rafa slaps his hands with a wooden spoon)
Beowulf: OW!
Rafa: Hands off.
Mustadio: Goddamn you, papa! I said that switch!!
Besrodio: Sorry.
Olan: I don't want to know.
Balmafula: Neither do I.
Orlandu: Alright, lads. The stereo's plugged in.
Delita: Who brought Hanson? (Vomits)
Beowulf: That would be Reis's CD.
Reis: Me? What about you and your Tim McGraw obsession?
(Beowulf stands up to display his Tim McGraw T-shirt)
Beowulf: Watch your mouth, dragon b*^%#!
Reis: My mouth? Rafa, give me that soap!
(Beowulf casts Don't Act on Reis.)
Beowulf: Behave! The papers in the mail!
Mustadio: Who said Tim McGraw?
Beowulf: See?
Mustadio: (Excited) Pop it in!
Reis: Anything by that!
Delita: Hey, Meliadoul's here. Who's waving the truce flag?
Ramza: VORMAV! (Drawing sword)
(Meliadoul, Vormav, Wiegraf, Izlude, Kletian, and Rofel walk up with large bowls)
Vormav: Let's call a truce until midnight, okay?
Ramza: (Speechless and in shock) Uh...okay... agreed. Midnight.
(Vormav walks up to Beowulf)
Vormav: I like to talk to you... (looks around)...privately.
Beowulf: Not here.
Vormav: Then come with me.
(Beowulf walks with Vormav)
Ramza: Hey, pop in Megadeth!
Meliadoul: Marilyn Manson!
Izlude: Metallica!
Mustadio: Korn!
Besrodio: You listen to Korn?
Mustadio: Yes, papa!
Reis: Where's that meatheaded temple knight of mine?
Meliadoul: I saw him and Vormav walk to the restrooms.
Reis: Okay.
(Reis sneaks into the men's room and is sorely disappointed)
Reis: He's not in there.
Meliadoul: Izlude, where's papa?
Izlude: I tought I taw a temple knight and daddy head over there.
Meliadoul: Izlude, if papa caught you talking Tweety, he'd kill you.
Rofel: Sufferin' sucatash.
Meliadoul: Rofel!
Kletian: I'm huntin' wabbits.
Meliadoul: Kletian!
Wiegraf: (Woody Woodpecker laugh)
Meliadoul: Wiegraf, stay out of the helium.
Wiegraf: (Helium voice) Who me?
(The picnic goes on without some event, except the slugfests between Beowulf and Reis and
Kletian and Orlandu over the last piece of pie)
Hi, I'm Hades, Lord of the Underworld, how ya doing?