"Porthos!"
"PORTHOS!"
"Mhhhh"
"You're snoring!"
"'m not."
"Yes, you are! Like a giant boar."
"How come you know a boar's snoring?"
"Arghh, just turn around and stop that noise."
"Didn't make a noise."
"Jesus, Porthos!"
"Ladies, could the two of you just shut up, I'm trying to sleep over here."
"Sorry, Athos."
"Sorry, but I didn't start this."
"You snored like a boar!"
"For god's sake, stop that quarrel, I need my sleep!"
"S'rry D'Art."
"We're quiet now."
(…)
"Porthos! Not again!"
"Mmpf!"
(…)
"What are you doing?"
"Grabbing my stuff and looking for a nice little place where I can snore as loud as I want."
"Be careful, there could be boars out there."
"Grrr!"
(…)
"What's that?"
"Porthos is snoring."
"Or it's a giant boar…"
"Oh I swear, the next one mentioning a boar will become acquainted with my fist!"
"Sorry, Athos."
"Go back to sleep."
(…)
(…)
SILENCE
'Finally', the boar sighs.