Paragon Ire: Come on, just let me burn the [beep]ing door down! Softfang/Me: Shh! Get off my back, would you? You're heavy. Sugarcube: D'ya see anything, Softy? I'd really like to get out of here... Puddleheart: I-I don't really do well in small dark places... -Clinging to Wyvern- Livestrong: Oh, don't worry little one! I'm sure we'll be out of here in no time. Wyvern: Yeah, so could ya not hug me so tight, Pfutze? Kinda choking me. Not that I mind you clingin' on me or anything...