"I hate those girls."
"'Hate' seems an insufficient word."
"Y'know they called me old?"
"Oh but no."
"Should've killed them then."
"I went through a sewer once."
Esmeraude gasped.
Zoisite nodded solemnly. "Rats. Thousands."
"Damn them!"
"And their caped moron!"
Esmeraude eyed Zoisite incredulously. "You don't like?"
"Pompous thieving windbag."
"Is it the cape?"
"I like capes! I hate HIM."
"He grows up to be a dick. Fair enough."
"Death to the Sailor Team!" both cheered.
They simultaneously emitted a discordant and unsettling sound to any ears not their own. Zoisite and Esmeraude clinked glasses and laughed into the night.