Moogle, I have a complaint about one of your costume shops.

...Sigh.

If you smell strawberry cake, no, it's not for you, and no, it's not your birthday.

I'll be on the Winding Stairs of Tiring Legs.

I shall be home shortly with Giancarlo. I suggest you all take about... five hundred or so feet distance. That should be fairly safe.

What is this talk of dragons? Clearly, someone is holding out on me.

I have not yet returned, though I have ... liberated someone's laptop.

I bring you all an update. Giancarlo is fairing all right, though he is hardly a hunter in normal aspects, he has more spirit than most of his kind.

Sir, I have that throw rug.

X, how is Alf?

...Why is there a man in a loincloth hanging around here? I don't speak ape, you fool!

X has been gracious enough to volunteer to babysit Alf.

That is to say, if any of you pester either X or Alf, you may suddenly find that I have torn out your kidneys and fed them to your respective section of Nobodies. Keep this in mind.

I'll be in the Pride Lands with Giancarlo for this week.

Sir, if you wish, I may get you that throw rug while I'm out.

Children grow up far too quickly. It seems like only yesterday when I adopted Giancarlo. Now he's grown so much. It might be time to gradually reintroduce him into a wider environment.

Superior, I request to temporarily relocate myself to the Pride Lands.

Looking to the terrain I may be going into, I would not subject Alf to it. ...I may need a babysitter.

And thus, I celebrate the return of Alf.

No, you're not invited. Any of you.

Namine.

I believe I may require your... artistic services.

Superior, I have some individuals listed, as you wished. Shall we make it a person-to-person meeting?

I baked lemon squares.

Everyone, stop your whining, and take your punishment -- and let it be a note to stop your idiocy in the Organization and actually do something useful.

Furthermore, I've yet to find Alf yet. If any of you spot him, bring him to me immediately.