BE NOT AFRAID.
"Oh for fuck's sake. Oi, geddup!"
"Zzzwha? I'm up, I'm up!"
"Zip it and suit up. We gotta deal with this Angel."
"Criminy, another one? Pete, I thought we cleared out all their nests!"
"You know how stubborn these buggers can be, Gabe. Now chop chop; last thing I need is L.S. houndin' us."
BEEEEEE NOT AFRAID.
"Loud bastards. Don't forget your sunglasses this time, Pete. The insurance don't cover Angel blindness."
"Don't tell me shit I already know, wiseass. And make sure you're good on Tartarean spray."
"Jeez, I forgot one time—"
"And that was one time too many. Now quit yappin' and get in the transporter."
THWOWOWOWOWOWOM
BE NOT AFRAAAAAAID!
"Eugh, hate the biblically accurate looking ones. Who wouldn't be afraid of all of those eyes?"
"Don't look at 'em too long, Gabe. Get the hose ready."
"I'm working on it, I'm working on it."
BE NOT AFR—
TWSSSSSSSSSSSH
BENOTAFRAIDBENOTAFRAIDNONONONO
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get in the cage, you annoying ball of feathers."
Be not afraid?
CLUNK
SCH-SCH-SCH-SCH-SCHUP
"Alright, Gabe, good job."
"…"
"… Gabe?"
"Uh, Pete, you might want to look at this."
"Look at—? Oh, for cryin' out loud! Eggs?"
"At least five. Who knows how many more they might've laid?"
"Fuck. Alright, I need to call in Cryptid Control. Do not touch them, Gabe."
"For your sake, Pete! I told you I learned my lesson from last time!"
"Yeah, I've heard that one before. … Hey, Simon. Yeah. Uh-huh. Yup, more eggs. What ETA am I lookin' at? Mhmm, yeah, I see…."