Solo: He just stands there like he always does.

Paul: My Tribal Chief, why are you going to talk to this… being… if he’s not blood?

Roman: He glares at Paul. Because, wise man… I need a new Right Hand Man.

Jimmy: YEET!

Roman: He immediately glares at Jimmy.

Jimmy: He looks at the ground …no yeet.

Rock: IF YA SMELLLLLL… He stops …nah, the people lost their singing privileges when they became Cody Crybabies.