Qibli: Winter...I don't think I survive this any longer...

Winter: Don't lost hope, Qibli! We can make it through this!

Qibli: But, it's so hard...

Winter: I know, but as long as we hide here, we'll be safe.

Armadillo: Why are you guys hiding under the table?

Winter: For reasons. Now, be a good boy and pack your bags, we're moving.

Armadillo: You know it's not the end of the world, right?

Winter: Speak for yourself! Have you seen these maniacs!

*Winter points to dragons in the room, that happened to be his and Qibli's families*

Cobra: *searching through fridge*

Cobra: Whoever called dibs on the leftover casserole in the fridge, I'm taking it!

Tundra: At least use a napkin this time.

Cobra: Bitch, you thought *gobbles the casserole with her talons*

Shrapnel: *sweeping floor* Mind your manners, Cobra, this isn't your house.

Cobra: Fight me, pretty boy!

Shrapnel: *grips broom handle* You little--

Hailstorm: Hey, let's not get testy--

Rattlesnake: Where's the fucking remote!?

Icicle: Hey! Watch your fucking language! There are fucking kids here, you piece of shit!

Sirocco: Grandfather! Please get off the table!

Vulture: This is my domain!

Sirocco: Just take your medicine! You need it to live!

Vulture: This house is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE!

Armadillo: ...

Armadillo: OK, I see what you mean now.

Winter: Thank you!

Icicle: Winter, I just broke your remote!

Winter: *sigh*