Drake

Junior

Zemi Dreigiau

Script

Zemi: Wait. Why are you concerned if I can defend myself or not?

Junior: That's all Dad is concerned about three-quarters of the time. *looks down, and is covered by shadow* Not all of us can be Cecil or Job.

Drake: Boy... *worried face*

Junior: It's okay Dad. It's been a disappointing day. I'm going to hunt down some food, and start over tomorrow. *heading out of the room*