"regular talk", "(thinking)", ""air Quotes"", emphasise, yelling, "[over a comunicator or radio]"
If I owned The Biker Mice I would never be bored again
The small group of Freedom Fighters bent over a table layered with maps, reports, and scribbled out half plans.
Carbine groweled, "Where is that printout of the Plutarkian base?"
Rimfire, giving a tired huff, yanked a blueprint out from under her coffee cup. Both Mice stared when the cup stayed in place. Smiling he looked at the short furred blond man sitting against the wall playing with a camera, "Blaze, please tell me you filmed that, cuz it will never happen again!"
Stoker laughed as he leaned back in his chair, "If thats the most exciting thing that's happened to ya, mud puppy, we gotta get you a girl."
"I agree with the old dude, dude." Blaze added between giggles.
"You guys stink."The striped youth pouted, and slouched down in his seat. Looking out his perephial towards the General, he mumbled, "Why do I gotta be here again?"
"Misery loves company." She answered back, before glareing at Stoker, "And If I'm left alone in a room with a certain Mouse that can't focus for more than five seconds I'll blow someone's brains out."