Hillock: Hey, Sun, uh...what would ye say if I told ye I was hopin' to take 'Dillo out on a...date? Ye know, just to the lake? Hypothetically speakin', of course.

Sun: Well, then, hypothetically speaking, I would rip your wings off of your spine and feed your heart to Fire's python. 

Hillock: *beating a hasty retreat* Oh. Ah...I see. Um, never mind then. Sorry to have bothered ye. I'll just...I'll just leave now.

Sun: No, wait. I'm just messing with you!

Hillock: Really?

Sun: Of course! I'd go for your lungs first. Have a good time, Hillock!

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