Colress: This is going to be an epic picnic!! We'll play loads of games and have lunch together and -
Brad: Yeah right, will you shut up? You've been like this ever since we left HQ, and seriously, your excitement is giving me the headaches.
Colress: But it's my first Plasma Picnic Party -
Angie: One more word, and we're leaving you behind.
*machine plays loud club music*
Looker: Will you keep it down? I'm trying to sleep
Grunt: Shut up. This is OUR party. None of your business. Now scram.
*music gets louder*
Looker: HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I GOT TO TELL YOU TO KEEP QUIET, YOU IDIOTS?! *swings pipe*
Colress: What's that guy saying?
Ghetsis: So how much did this picnic cost?
Colress: *taps the iPad* Around a million poke-dollars.
Colress: We bought the clubbing machine, 30 bottles of Coke, 50 sandwiches, 10 cakes, 10 picnic tables, tableware, silverware, the female grunts wanted candles and balloons, 20 smoothies, 5 boxes of Twister mats for the male grunts, and payment of hospital fees for Mr. Looker. A grunt got in a fight with him -
Ghetsis: NO MORE PICNIC FOR YOU PLASMA FOOLS EVER AGAIN!!
Angie and Brad: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GHETSIS PLEASE!!