Sunny * Fuuuck... I guess this mystic paradise hasn't got 5G yet. * Christ alive, I'm gonna lose my mind here. —Zabelle— Wow, a real monster. I've always wanted to study one... —Helen— How do you work, anyway? Was your dad a snake and your mother was a mortal? Sunny * I'm a goanna. —Helen— Whatever, same difference. Sunny * It is not! —Zabelle— Are you hairless on your whole body or is it just your head? Sunny * What!? Weird fuckin' question, mate! —Zabelle— Can I see Sunny * NO!!! Sunny * Fuckin' oath, I have got to get outta this town. * I do not want spend a minute more here than I need to. Sunny * Fuck it. I don't care what Jazza says. * I am wrapping up this comedy of errors, now. Sunny * Where is that greedy shithead. Sunny * And Bingo was his name-o. Sunny * Where is he. —Casandra— I don't know what you're talking about. Sunny * Let's not fuck around with the pretense here, motherfucker. * It's just us. You and me. * And we both know exactly what happened back there. —Casandra— A lot of things happened in a lot of places, lizardgirl. Maybe you should specify? Sunny * The old man! Jazza's-- Coral's Dad!!! You fuckin' orbed him! —Casandra— That's a pretty serious allegation you're making there, Stripes. Sunny * You can run me round the bush with your I-don't-know-fuck-about-shit act all you want. * But it won't change that you and I both know, one of these orbs on one of these shelves contains an overbearing dadghost. * So why don't you stop wasting your time and mine, and just get to the fucking point. —Casandra— Even if we assume that these orbs contain imprisoned ghosts-- which, by the way, I haven't seen you produce a shred of evidence to support -- I stock a looot of orbs here, girl. I run a tight shop, sure, but if you think that I can just immediately know which of these myriad orbs you're talking about... Sunny * I'll pay you triple for it. —Casandra— Oh, it's this one —Casandra— HEY!!!!