Nick: Ya need t' stay away from Elf, Pronto. Don'tcha know she's cursed?
Pronto: What are you talking about?
Nick: Yeah. Remember Hob? They were this close t' hookin' up an' then he blew hisself to bits.
Nick: An' then her an' Kevin did hook up, and he got ate by a jeopard.
Pronto: Oh, give it a rest, Nick.
Nick: You give it a rest, or you'll, like, rest in peace.
Pronto: Whoa, Nick. . . Did you just engage in actual word-play?
Pronto: There may be something to out diet full of raw things besides perpetual runs.