A phantasy script.

The fourth script of a phantasy script.

G. M: Male, where are the rest of your group? Where are the other six of Kireek or Black Papers team?

Ma. Hu: In rooms of the Ruins. I don't know exactly what rooms, all that I know is that they will be in dark rooms and trap rooms. Quite possibly in the big room of the third Ruins.

Fe. Hu: What are you doing? You might as well of told Kireek that we will blab the whereabouts of the rest! Kill me, now! Do it I don't care now!

Jokesum: I'm no killer, not like Kireek. You have the wrong android if you think I'm going to be killing you for being what you are, traitors to the Hunter name.

Fe. Hu: No, you are a WUSS! You're spineless, and that is why you are going to die by the mastermind that is our master, Black Paper!

O. M: Want a haircut? I could take your head off with these blades.

F. N: Old Man, I think it has just been said that this group is not a killing of random people, group.

Ma. Hu: So what will happen to us to now? Are you going to just let us go?

Berd: Don't be stupid! Like we would let you two go where you please, no. What we will do is this...

G. M: You're coming with us.

F. N: What? Why?

Jokesum: That way we will know where they are and what they are doing. And if they stray or do something wrong, we will let the monsters have them.

Fe. Hu: You may as well throw me to the nearest creature of the Ruins then because I have had enough of your group already.

With a slight smirk across his robotic face, Jokesum then raises and lowers his eyebrows as if to say "I may just do that for the sake of getting rid of you".

Berd: So, to the final place on Ragol. Corikey, I don't think I've ever been there.

F. N: You're not missing much. Few claws that float in the air, couple of heavy hitting enemies. Nothing new really. Apart from Dark Falz. 

O. M: Do you think that it would be wise for me to go with you, General? Jokesum?

G. M: To be honest, I see no harm in it. I don't mind protecting you from everything and anything. As long as you use your Sinow Blue/Red Arms for some protection.

Jokesum: I feel as though, Old Man, that your skill with your new weapon will be invaluable. Looks at the Male Hunter in disgust. So, Male, who do you fancy being tethered to?

Fe. Hu: You're NOT tying me to anyone! I won't allow it!

Berd: YOU don't get a choice, missy.

Ma. Hu: Old Man. That is my choice.

O. M: Would this be because you possibly think that you could out smart I? Possibly overpower me so that you can escape?

Ma. Hu: Well actually...

O. M: I DON'T THINK SO SONNY JIM! I'm a natural fighter. I have been fighting since I could walk and talk.

F. N: Hum, Old Man I think you WANT to be tied to him then. See him squirm next to a skilled fighter like yourself.

Jokesum: Female, you shall be tied to General Mood. This is so that he can show you what a true HUNTER is like. Not some murdering sell out.

Fe. Hu: WHAT?!?

G. M: Yeah, what do you mean by making her tethered to myself?

Jokesum: General, out of all of us, you truly are the Hunter. To be honest, I'm more of a tank. Old Man is more like a sleuth. Berd is like an armoured car. Fylec is like a magician. Mood, you are the true article. These two don't even come close to what your are or stand for.