Please! I wanna go home! I'm getting a headache! I'm hungry! I haven't had a stress pill!...

Luna Schlosser: Please! I wanna go home! I'm getting a headache! I'm hungry! I haven't had a stress pill! I haven't had a bath in seven hours! I'm telling you, I'm not accustomed to this. I need my orb! I want to relax. Look at me! Look at me. I'm shaking! Miles Monroe: Gee, you know you'd be great to take on a camping trip.

Then I'd talk like I'd been hit by lightning. Please! I wanna go home. I'm getting a headache. I'm hungry. I haven't had a stress pill or a bath in seven hours. I'm not accustomed to this. I need my orb. I wanna relax. Look at me. Look at me. I'm shaking. - You'd be great on a camping trip. - I order you to take me home. They'll be out looking for me. You've abducted a very important person. I am a renowned poet. I sell 20 to 30 poems a week, plus greeting cards. How far is the Western District? It'd take days, and that's with a vehicle. Take me there and you'll never see me again, I promise. I'm hungry. I can't think straight. Obviously, I'll promise you anything. If I get you some food, will you take me to the Western District? You sit here. I'll find us something.