Blake

[Blake]: But you're pretty annoying, you know?

[Blake]: Why don't you just... chill out?

[Blake]: Not like it matters now. I can hear them coming.

[Shelly]: But <player> won the battle, right?

[Shelly]: D-doesn't that mean you have to give us the ring?

[Blake]: Forget it! You've already lost! My ride's here, kids.

[Shelly]: P-please! Heather absolutely needs that back, you can't take it away from her!

[Blake]: Oh, well since you asked so nicely, I'll just give it right back.

[Shelly]: R-really?

[Blake]: LOL, no. Get wrecked.

[Shelly]: T-then we'll have no choice but to s-stop you!

[Blake]: Oh, yeah? You and what army?

[Heather]: This one! Salamence, it's take-down time!

[Cal]: Got the ring!

[Blake]: Ugh, what the--

[Blake]: Hey, oaf-head, what the fuck do you think you're doing?

[Cal]: I'm setting things right.

[Blake]: Jesus fucking-- Christ! I get it already!

[Cal]: Here. This is yours.

[Cal]: Keep it safe.

[Heather]: Don't have to tell me twice.

[Blake]: All right, you all can do that.

[Blake]: I, for one, am getting the fuck out of here.

[Shelly]: Hey, wait a minute!

[Blake]: What.

[Shelly]: What about Agate?

[Shelly]: Wasn't the sleep spell on Agate supposed to be controlled from up here?

[Blake]: LOL, I don't have a clue about that.

[Blake]: Whoever told you that probably just baited you hard.

[Blake]: Anyway, I'm blowin' this popsicle stand. See ya!