Liz: Ok Charlie, I need your help.
Slime: What is it?
Liz: My Dad doesn’t believe I have a nightmare form. He keeps saying it Dream.
Slime: Nightmare?!
Liz: She attacked me yesterday. Aflac came to my rescue.
Slime: The guy who sat there next to your Dad?
Liz: Yes him, idiot.
*an arrow starts coming towards Liz*
Slime: Liz! Look out! *pushes her out the way*
Liz: Charlie!
Slime: I’m made of slime, remember?
Liz: Oh yea.