"Rue! Would you go kill that bloke from Ten? He is so lame, dragging his crippled foot all around the arena." Cato croaked, dragging his cigar.
"I'd not love to do that," Rue groaned, peeling back the soft grey skin of a rabbit she planned to munch for breakfast. Sid, she named it.
"Rue. Why are you being so non-snazzy today? I'd kill him myself but he is crimping my style. Take the bow and arrow and penetrate the cripple's heart." Cato sighed theatrically. He then unblinkingly put out his cigar on his own bare neck.
Thresh stomped forwards, appearing through the trees and into the small clearing carrying half a dead cow over his shoulder.
"Would y'all keep it down? Some of us are trying to murder!" He glowered at Cato, before swivelling his eyes over to Rue.
"My home girl!" He hollered. "Is that you, Kanga-Rue?!"
"You know it, my Thresh Watermelon!" Rue beamed.
Cato jumped up and down, enthralled. "I get that! I get it, that's clever, that is. Youse guys have quirky lil nicknames for each other? That's so kawaii. Can I join in?"
Rue high-fived her ally. "But of course, Kitty Cato!"