Michael: "I'm making Chicken-goolas(?)."
Ritchie: "Can, um can you let go now?"
Austin: "Are you going to hurt yourself?"
Ritchie:*fiddling with his wings* "No, I don't plan to."
Austin: "Then I don't plan to let go." *moves his hands away from his wings*
(To lazy to write this out again. Also I would die for Solis and Riccaro)
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