Hunk
:
What I'd like to nose into is a four-decker Star-Burger, and a Galaxy Ice-Shake, any flavor. But all I can smell is a rat - a *desert* rat.
Pidge
:
My sensor picks up a strange odor, too, Hunk. I can only tell ya it's *not* somethin' to eat.
Pidge
:
I never thought *I'd* feel like a big giant.
Pidge
:
[laughs]
At last, I'm not the shortest guy in the universe!
[the creature whose head he touches raises as the much taller one whose shoulders he stands on emerges from underground, he groans as he tumbles over in shock]
