*The squad is having dinner together*
Darington: Hey, Stripes, can you pass the salt?
Stripes: *throws Crusher across the table*
Watts: Hey, Stripes, can you pass the sugar?
Stripes: *throws Blaze across the table*
Pickle: Can someone pass the sass?
Stripes: Don't you mean sauce---
Crusher: *throws Stripes across the table*
Starla: Was that even necessary?
Pickle: *gets sauce from beside him* Definitely
