Scene: Interior of a granary, in the Garden District.
Orc #1:Did you hear something, Larry?
Orc #2:What, Reg?
Reg:I dunno! Something!
Reg:I dunno! Over there!
Larry:No, not 'what was it?' I was asking what you said. So, 'what what,' not 'what that.'
Larry:Why is it so bloody loud in here?
Reg:Well, it's a granary isn't it? Making flour and all. So it's bound to be loud!
Larry:Yeah, I meant to ask about that. Why's it called a granary?
Larry:Is that 'what what' or 'what that'?
Larry:Why's it called a granary? I mean, we're not making grain, are we? We're making flour! Why's it not a floury?
Reg:Because flowery means, like, girly, right?
Reg:Y'know. Like, with lace and perfume and the like.
Larry:Did your mother wear lace and perfume?
Reg:Well, no, 'cause, like, she's an orc.
Larry:So... how is a floury like a girl?
Reg:No, I mean, I heard it again. Hey, where'd Jennifer go?
Larry:Which one was Jennifer?
Reg:Ogre. Big girl. Likes dates.
Larry:The fruit, right?
Reg:What did you say?
Larry:You said she likes dates, and I said 'the fruit?' because I was wondering if you and she had....
Reg:Me and Jennifer? Nah. I mean, she's cute and all that, but I tend to like to be bigger than her, right?
Reg:Makes dancing easier.
Larry:I was gonna say I thought I heard something, too. And then with Jennifer gone, I was thinking...
Reg:You were what?
Reg:You were thinking?
Reg:You do that a lot?
Larry:Not so much. Anyway, with Jennifer gone, does that mean you and me have to get on with hauling all those big sacks of flour around? Because I know that's not what we was employed to do.
Reg:Right. We're here to watch these doors!
Reg:Because someone might, like, come in here through these doors!
Reg:These barred-from-the-inside doors!
Larry:I do have to wonder where Jennifer has gotten off to.
Reg:Well, Kelly's still there.
Larry:Which one's Kelly?
Reg:Other ogre. Big chap. Near the grinder.
Larry:Kelly a bloke, then?
Reg:Of course Kelly's a bloke!
Larry:Well, I mean, the name Kelly can belong to a lad or a lass, am I right?
Larry:And, let's be honest here, can anyone tell a bloke ogre from a bird?
Reg:You mean those birds?
Larry:I keep telling you, Reg, those aren't birds. They only look like birds. And one only looks like a bird because he's projecting a false identity to fool anyone who happens to come inside.
Reg:Through these barred-from-the-inside doors we're guarding.
Reg:Odd sort of a chap, isn't he?
Larry:Which, Kelly or the not-bird guy or the guy pretending to be a not-bird-guy?
Reg:Oh, no, Kelly's a sweetheart. I was talking about the... where the devil has Jennifer got to?
Larry:Well, you did hear something earlier. Perhaps we should go check the barn.
Reg:I meant to ask...
Reg:Why is there a barn?
Larry:What do you mean?
Reg:Well, we have this big room here, right?
Reg:And then there's a barn in there, and it's quite a bit smaller.
Reg:And Jennifer and Kelly keep hauling the huge sacks of flour in there.
Reg:Yet that room is much, much smaller than this one - plus, it only has the one little door and we're standing here next to these big double doors that, you know, could totally fit a wagon between them.
Larry:What's your point?
Larry:Just making conversation?
Reg:Still not back, I have to observe.
Larry:We could go check.
Reg:But that leaves these barred doors totally unprotected.
Larry:Maybe we should ask... what's it?
Reg:Well, he calls himself Mr. Important.
Larry:No, that's what *you* call him.
Larry:Maybe we should just go check out the barn.
Reg:Because I heard something?
Larry:Did it sound sort of knifey?
Reg:Did what sound sort of knifey?
Larry:The sound you heard.
Reg:Oh! Um, yeah, I guess? Kind of knifey or bladey or something.
Reg:Well, that's why I mentioned it.
Larry:You're good at this!
Reg:Mum always said so.
Larry:We should go check it out, then.
Reg:Okay. I'm sure it's nothing.
Larry:Even so, just to be, y'know, on the safe side.
Reg:And for Jennifer's sake.
Larry:Well, yeah, that goes without saying.
Reg:Should one of us stay here at the doors?
Larry:The doors we're supposed to be guarding that are barred from the inside?
Larry:No, let's both go. That way it'll look like we're team players.
Reg:I thought you said 'dream slayers.'
Larry:It's right loud in here, isn't it?
Larry:Dream Slayers is kind of cool.
Reg:We could adopt it! As a sort of name!
Larry:Larry & Reg - Dream Slayers!
Reg:Why not 'Reg & Larry - Dream Slayers!'
Larry:Whoa, watch it where you're slinging that thing!
Reg:Why do you care? Say I half-kill you....
Reg:Of course accidentally! We're the Dream Slayers! Would I intentionally half-kill another Dream Slayer?
L & R:Orcs!
Reg:Anyway, say I half-kill you. You immediately get healthy again anyway!
Larry:Only the first time.
Larry:That only works the first time. After that I'd have to half-kill you and then I'd get a bit healthy again, but not as healthy as I originally got when you half-killed me.
Reg:How does that even make sense?
Larry:Why should it have to make sense?
L & R:Orcs!
Reg:Oh, by the way. If there *is* anyone in there...
Larry:Anyone bladey you mean?
Reg:Yeah, anyone bladey. If there's anyone bladey in there, let's try to keep them boxed up, because remember what happened last time?
Larry:When last time? Dungeon last time or wilderness last time?
Reg:Wilderness last time.
Larry:When those adventurers kept flanking you and then they had the advantage and were totally kicking your ass?
Reg:Right, until I was half-dead and then suddenly got a lot better?