'Don’t hug me, Thorax, I want no part of your touchy feely nonsense.’



’C’mon, Pharynx, can’t you accept that we share love, now?’



’Share love? All you've done is turn everyone into a dork like you, Thorax. I’m surrounded by technicolor dorks and it’s all your fault.’



’Well, I/we may be dorks, but I know you love me/us anyway, mister ’Lead of Hive Defense’~’



’* irritable grumbling intensifies*'