Gary Bunda:
Mom, I got you an oven mitt, I got you a knife, I got you a snorkel for the river of vomit, I got you nunchucks for the troll, and I got you this cool karate stick.
Geoff:
It's a Kabotu war staff, and it's mine. Mom is at church. She asked me to come talk to you.
Gary Bunda:
Geoff, this has nothing to do with you, man.
Geoff:
You asked a 70-year-old woman to dig into hell...
Gary Bunda:
Yeah.
Geoff:
...to fight a troll. If she falls again, we could be talking hospice.
[Gary ran out of time to find love and sinks down back to hell]
Gary Bunda:
Wait, wait, wait. What about a brother's love, Geoff?
Geoff:
It's step-brother. What's happening to your legs?
Gary Bunda:
Nothing, nothing. No big deal. I love you.
Geoff:
Look, you're a neat guy, Gary.
Gary Bunda:
I'm taking your stupid bow staff, it's a curtain rod. You suck, Geoff!
