(Blah, the Maya image is borked.) Maya: Galaxy, Archidude. Dusty: A galaxy rise. Azrael: I don't listen to hip-hop.
Maya: We should prolly do Earth movies so he knows what we're talking about, dudes. Azrael: Do not call me that in public. Maya: Somepony's a salty horse~ Azrael: Stop yourself. Dusty: Planes, Trains and Automobiles.
Maya: Wind, blowing through the trees in the woods... Nice. Skydust: The sounds of a waterfall. Azrael: Thunderous applause, when I knock my opponent to the ground for the ten count.