Ritchie: "I-um I should be dead. Why, why did h-he do th-that?"
Michael: "Mates, my mates, my loves, gorgeous mates." *nuzzling both of them trying to scent them as his*
Austin: "Now would be a good time to mention that we both may, a little bit, ok a lot bit love you."
Ritchie: "WhAt!"
