Alison: "Forget the bags! Just run!"
Longshot: "And don't say anything. She prefers quiet idiots."
Alison: "You are not a... oh hell, now I have to kill her."
Longshot: "No killing. Star likes her better than me. No upsetting him."
Alison: "Huh. Good point... he likes her better than both of us. Hmm. Maim? She'd recover."
Longshot: "Let's not tempt her to pull a gun. My luck can only cancel hers so far."
Alison: "Fine. We run this time. But, I'm still getting a monkey and naming it Domino."
Longshot: "Can I get a pygmy marmoset? Or maybe a tiger..."
Alison: "How 'bout the marmoset? They aren't likely to hunt and eat your horses like tigers are."
Longshot: "Good point. I can also hide the marmoset in my pants if need be."
Alison: "Why, uh... do you suppose you'd need to do that?
Longshot: "Just in case you're not happy to see me. I can have a simian in my pants."
Alison: "I see..."
Longshot: "Well, I don't have one in there now. So I doubt you can see it."
Alison: *laughs* "I mean, I understand."
Longshot: "Though having a fuzzy thing that wiggles in there would tickle..."
Alison: "Maybe you should think about not carrying it in your pants? Since I'm always glad to see you..."
Longshot: "Well, you can't carry it in your pants either."
Alison: "I... wait, what?"
Longshot: "You can't carry a pygmy marmoset in your pants either. Did I slip into Cadre again?"
Alison: "No... I'm just trying to figure out why I'd want a pygmy marmoset in my pants to begin with?"
Longshot: "Why wouldn't you?"
Alison: "Because.... they have claws? And might bite things I don't want bitten?"
Longshot: "Aww. But they're the cutest little sapsuckers. As long as your body doesn't look like wood, you should be fine."
Alison: ".... Okay, but what if they're afraid of the dark?"
Longshot: "Well, it has your skin to curl up next to. That calms me."
Alison: "It might not like me as much as you do."
Longshot: "Well, it's not a horse, so why not?"
Alison: "Well, you never know. It might just not like me."
Lognshot: "Well, I wouldn't get one that didn't like you."
Alison: "I would prefer not to have any primates in my pants..."
Longshot: *sigh* "Okay, I guess. We'll just leave the primate in my pants."
Alison: *just barely doesn't facepalm* "If you think that's best."
Longshot: "Don't worry. I won't let the primate suck the sap out of my log-like thing."