Nova, walking over to her Counterparts with her phone videotaping them: In every group of three counterparts, one of them is straight.

Everyone: (turns their heads to Slaughter and Abie)

Abie, sighing: Why do I tolerate any of you?

Slaughter:...

Slaughter: ..... (unsheathes her sword) R u n . . .

Everyone: (books it outta there—)