"How many more materials do we need?" Fred Flintstone asked since he and the other cavemen were mining for material.
Looking at the map Huckleberry Hound calmly shook his head while it started to rain. "Why I say we need a bit more at the rate we're going."
"Well this is just great." Dick Dastardly grumbled since he spotted a Creeper coming up towards his trap. "Drat! Who let that cretin near my splendid booby traps?"