The number of the speaker is in front of the text.
5: Well, that was close. They almost made me president again!
4: Oh, is this the bit about the Death Zone? Sorry about that, Romana and I got stuck. But you already know that. You know, I have a feeling that Romana would make a far better president than you would.
2: If she ever makes it, I'm sure I can be on hand to play a little celebratory tune.
3: I'm sure you will be, but no one will be in a celebratory mood by the time you're finished.
1: Must they be my replacements? A dandy and a clown? It would be far better if they could stop arguing for a moment!
4: Yes, I agree. Third me, if you could stop pretending his Cacofonix, I'm sure we could get on rather well.
5: Ah yes, the obsession with Asterix. Don't worry, he gets over it soon enough.
3: Have you heard him? I don't think he stopped going on about that flute at all while we fought Omega!
4: We were discussing the Death Zone, not my past self's musical talents, or lack thereof.
5: You know, I don't think there's really a point. Let's just leave them to it and continue this conversation elsewhere.
1: Yes, that seems like an excellent idea, my boy.
5: Don't 'my boy' me, I'm older than you!
4: Just let us do it, we were very grouchy when we were him.
5: I suppose so…
AN: Thanks to Dede42 for suggesting... one about the Death Zone. Unfortunately, I can't write 2 and 3 together without an argument breaking out, so this'll have to do. I might try one again later. R&R!