[Prisoners somewhere]
Sunny: You know, instead of moping around, why don't we think of some happy things to pass the time?
Tsunami: ...I like the feel of water on my scales.
Sunny: Nice! Go on, Tsunami.
Glory: *Sarcastically* Yes, do tell us.
Tsunami: *Growling at Glory* I like the feel of ripping somebody's head off.
Sunny: Woah-kay there.
Clay: Well I like food. If anybody was wondering.