"So we'll meet back here in five. Sound good."
"Sound good dad." Bobby said in Klingon. He wore star fleet captain uniform from DS9,
You're such dork," Lyle sneered in elvish. He dressed as a Nador, a wood elf, particularly from the first era.
"Brothers let's move out!" Lemy said dressed as automous prime.
He was a big fan of the transformers movies. He liked the sexy ladies and trucks hitting each other. But mostly the trucks hitting each other.
Over the course convention the two brothers would be asked to pose in pictures. Eventually they'd happen upon a crowd of Sci-fi and Fantasy buffs, trying to defend their respective genre.
Bobby and Lyle had a calm reasoned discussion before they got sick of the other and proceeded to fight it out. Lemy joined in the brawl too just because he didn't want to get left out.
They're father was not acting more mature. He'd gotten into a debate with a crimson chin fan on who was better; Ace savvy, the badass investigator, who built his body up to be the ultimate weapon. Or a guy who got bit on his crimson chin fan refused to see reason so Lincoln was left with one course.
"You're going down chin-boy," Lincoln shouted. The middle age men proceeded to shove, and try punching(weakly), and grapple each other. They'd turn out to be more exhausted from trying to hurt to each other. It was as pitiable display as one could expect.
All and all it was one of the loud's better outings at comic-con.