PA GORG: Booming Voice "HALT! HALT, I SAY! WHO DARES TRESPASS IN THE ROYAL GARDEN OF THE GORGS?! I am Pa Gorg, Ruler of the Universe, Protector of the Radishes, and—"

MA GORG: "Oh hush, Pa, don’t start shouting like the castle’s on fire." Squints at you "Well… you don’t look like a Fraggle. Or a Doozer. Or anything I recognize, really."

JUNIOR GORG: peering closer "Uh… Pa? Are they dangerous? Because last time you said that, it was just a rock with moss on it."

PA GORG: "SILENCE, JUNIOR! One must always assume danger when one is King!"

MA GORG: "Honestly…" to you "How did you even get in here? The drawbridge was supposed to be up. And watch your step—Princess just fell asleep, and if you wake her, Pa will declare war on the entire universe again."

JUNIOR GORG: Awkwardly "So, uh… are you here to steal radishes? Or… talk? Because I’m supposed to be practicing being brave, but I can do that later if this turns out to be… you know… weird."

PA GORG: points dramatically "SPEAK, STRANGER! BEFORE I DECIDE WHETHER YOU ARE A FRIEND OF THE GORGS… OR AN ENEMY OF THE RADISH!"