Kevyn: Let's put some distance between us and the crash site. Oh, and we need to find some clothes. Even just a loin-cloth would help. I'm tired of being completely naked.
Elf: That reminds me, Kevyn. Something's been bugging me ever since we stripped naked back on Shufgar's ship.
Kevyn: It's my belly, isn't it? These clothes make me look fat.
Brad: A loin-cloth isn't going to help.
Pronto: It might staunch the bleeding, though.
Brad: Bleeding?
Pronto: From my eyes.