Blaze, entering the dining room: *yawns* Good morning
Pickle, entering behind him: *smiles* Good morning!
Crusher, dragging himself behind them: *groans* Good morning...
Darington, already at the table: Ugh, you guys all sound like robots *sips milk* Try spicing it up a bit
Stripes, bursting through the door: MORNING, MOTHERFUCKERS!