Drake

Junior

Zemi Dreigiau

Script

Zemi: The what?

Drake: *evil young Drake smug smile creeps up* You have to learn to defend yourself now that you're a mere legend in your own mind.

Junior: I'm sorry. *to Zemi*

Zemi: For what?

Junior: Taking class with Dad was bad enough. Getting personal lessons... well... *makes ugh faces*

Drake: Might make you eat the floor less in your sparring time.