“"Look. I don't care how effective you think it is. Rub that stupid paint off, and help me with my claw-cast."
"But, mighty skink leader, we drew the match did we not? And in your absence as well. It is the belief of the team-- *HONK HONK*"
"...What was that...?"
"...nothing."
"What was it."
"...my hooter."
"GET IT OFF IMMEDIATELY."
"Yes, leader."
"By the Old Ones - I take a fall for the team, and all of a sudden all of you skinks have fallen back to the old clown college ways. I don't care if it did distract the other team, it is an infidel's way, and not ours."
"But these shoes are very comfortable, leader."
"Do not lie, lowly skink! I saw our men fall upon the field in most comical fashions, with naught to herald their disgrace bar the "Phweeeeeee!" of a penny whistle!"
"...yes, leader."
"Thank the Old Ones that match ended when it did. I believe I saw Ixuotl eyeing up a ladder left by the side of the pitch..."

[Ciuxyayix expresses his displeasure at his second in command, Hiteahelam.]

"Ow! Oh ho haaaw. Ow ow ow."
"Oh shush, you big lump - and you call yourself a big kroxigor."
"But it huuuuurts. :___("
"Oh, shut up. And take that squirting flower off, you big oaf, or Ciuxyayix will have a fit."

[Ixuotlapacht, getting paint in his eye.]”