"I can't believe you're going completely ballistic over this, literally! Jank, are you even listening to me? O good God, Janis Kensington! Earth to Janis Kensington!"
"O for Heaven's sake calm down. I know what I'm getting myself into. I've handled every kind of weapon there is, a bazooka should be no problem."
"But it's a Bazooka! Listen to yourself Miss This-should-be-no-problem, you've no idea how to use one! This isn't the same as a sword or pocket-sized gun, those are "
"Wolves, Kevin, I'm well aware. Hmm, where's the ammunition for this thing go?"
"Demon Wolves! There's a difference and it's rather important considering we've thrown every single weapon we have and have hit them in the face several times, several! Wait, Jank?"
"Yes Kevin, what is it? I'm a little busy."
"You didn't just ask me where the ammunition goes, did you? Ha, you're funny! Trying to lighten the mood, eh? Maybe subtly get me to stop hyperventilating because there are several demon wolves whom we happen to have run into and who were insulted, or hungry, and decided they will, the second they get over here, eat us. Right! This is not happening. This is not happening. This is not happening."
"O shush, you're starting to sound like that mumbling idiot over there. Fat lot of good he did us. That bump on the head and whatever hellish headache accompanies it will be well deserved. Kevin, honestly I've got this under control. No worries. Ah! Fantastic, I can see them through the cross point. This will work, I promise you. And if I'm wrong, I'll knock you out and use you and Charlie as clubs. Then everyone will be unconscious and I'll drag you two away to wake up in safety. O, and by the way, I wasn't joking, I was dead serious."
"O god. Jank, PLEASE make sure you're pointing that in the right direction! O good God don't shoot! Ah! Can you just knock me out now and save me the trouble of finding out first hand how the Bazooka fairs?"
"Ha, now look who's joking."
"Jank I do NOT joke in these types of situations. I am quite literally terrified for my life, sanity, and just terrified of you working a Bazooka when you haven't the slightly idea what to do!"
"I'm a Kensington, we improvise."
"I'm dead. O God I'm dead. I can't feel anything I'm a ghost. I'm going to kill her. O God. Ohhh God."
"Kevin you can open your eyes now. I told you it would work. Just don't throw up in the demon, um, remains. The smell's going to be bad enough."