Vox and Alastor were arguing again.

Vox: WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU? CANNIBAL.

Alastor: Vox, deer taste good.

Vox: THEY AREN'T GOOD WHEN IT'S A DEER EATING A DEER!

They suddenly spotted you on the bench and wondered what you were doing. Vox and Alastor approached you.

Alastor: Hello, young lady! How are you this fine evening?

Vox just rolled his eyes.