Hunter: I gotta get this blasted dress done for the wedding!

Omega: You've been sitting at that sewing machine for three hours now!

Hunter: I know! My foot hurts!

Omega: So take a break! The wedding isn't for another 3 months!

Hunter: I've got other stuff to do! Plus, Cross is busy making Mariam's dress and my suit. I figured I could make your dress myself.

Omega: I can make my dress myself! Isn't that what the Maid of Honour is supposed to do anyway?

Hunter: It's actually the Bride's job to choose what the Maid of Honour wears.

Omega: So shouldn't Mariam be doing it?

Hunter: Her sewing skills are shocking!

Omega: Oh! Right! I remember now! They suck!

Hunter: Right?! *he leans forward and his hair gets stuck in the machine* Ow, ow, ow, ow!

Omega: *panics and pulls the plug out of the power socket* Oh gosh. Um...*touches Hunter's head*

Hunter: Ow!

Omega: Sorry! Tech! Help!

Tech: What is it? Oh gosh. Hunter, what the hell did you do?! I'll get the scissors.

Hunter: No! Cut my hair and I cut your throat!

Tech: *raises his hands in surrender* Okay! Okay! I'll get the screwdriver and take this thing apart.

Hunter: Hurry up! My neck hurts!

Tech: Hey! This isn't my fault!

Hunter: Ugh. Just please hurry will you?