Oblivion: I hate you so much.
GK: So do I! Why else would I be trying to kill you?
Oblivion: I dunno. Go ahead and fight me. (the little wing things on her back would activate)
GK: Gladly.
(He pulls out a wooden object)
O: What’s that? …are you gonna fight me with it or something? I know you’re stupid, but seriously?
GK: That’s not what I’m fighting with. You can’t fight with a flute.
O: A flute? How- OH, GOD! YOU ABSOLUTE RAT!
GK: Yeah, I kinda figured since you obviously stole that crown off of Void, I might as well steal something too.
(He plays it)
O: …I don’t think you’re playing it right.
GK: Hold on a sec. Uhh…
(she tackles him and slams him into the wall)
O: I’m going to reduce you to mincemeat before you even have a CHANCE to kill me with that… stuff!
(she pulls out a dagger and thrusts it at him. He dodged in the nick of time.)
GK: Calm down! What did I even do to deserve that? …I mean what SPECIFICALLY?
O: Nothing. But since you already killed 2 of my kind, leaving just you, me, and some loser who probably doesn’t know what’s going on. I guess we don’t really have anywhere else to go.
GK: Make that 3… I kinda killed that loser you mentioned before we met again. But asides from that, that sentence was pretty deep.
O: …thanks?
GK: You’re welcome.
O: For someone who wants to kill me, you’re pretty nice.
GK: Yeah! And this heartwarming moment gave me the chance to go ahead and do… THIS! HAHA! (he plays the flute furiously and without knowing what he’s doing. Loads of Corrupt Substance would break through the walls.)
O: YOU… I HATE YOU! (the substance grabs her and pulls her in.)
GK: Thanks!
O: (scream) YOU REALIZE DOING THIS WILL END OUR BLOODLINE? YOU’RE… THE LAST XARRANIAN!
GK: I don’t care. To Hell with us. We’re a bunch of barbaric slobs anyways.
O: (scream) I HATE YOUUU-
(she was absorbed fully)
GK: Heh. The last one.