Trixie: (answers her phone) Hello?
Saten: Hey cutie
Trixie: Saten?
Saten: You said to call you.
Trixie: Well, yes, but this isn't a good time, I'm about to preform... I'll call you back, promise
Saten: Wait, wait, this is my- (Trixie hangs up).. Last... Phone call.
Saten: (angrily hangs up).. (Angrily points at Sword) THIS IS YOUR FAULT!
Master Sword: (reading magazine) It's not so bad.. Just chill, least you still have me
Saten: Your making my skin crawl!
Master Sword: Still, look at it this way... It could be worse!
Saten: Worse?
Master Sword: Yeah. You could be a red Pegasus
Saten: ... (looks at himself, seeing he is a red pegasus) (Sighs) Well, this is the end.. (Falls on the bed, feeling defeated).
Master Sword: I wouldn't count on it.. I have an idea
Saten: (sarcastially) Yeah, because your last one was so ell done.
Master Sword: (nievely) how nice of you..
Master Sword: And anyway. I may know someone on the inside.. So just hang in there