Di: You shouldn't have skipped out on my lecture earlier.

Kore: Public sanitation? What did you expect?

Di: It won't bore you in a month when you're starving and shoeless and dying of beri beri.

Kore: And here I was, thinking that I'd end up guillotined.

Di: Just try to live without it!

Kore: Sanitation or my head?

Di: I can't stand people who take public services for granted. People who can't be bothered to take an interest in...the political process should be excommunicated.

Kore: Ha!

Kore: Sign me up. I can't wait to get excommunicated from this island.

Di: Oh hey, don't get me wrong, I'm not anti-Xander. I just meant excommunicated...from the Church of Satan.

Kore: Good Lord. So glad you cleared that up. For a second there I was afraid that I wouldn't be going to hell when I died.

Kore: I was hoping to get involved while I'm stuck here...need an aide? No contracts though, I have no interest in learning to play the violin.

Di: Paganini. Don't think you're the only one here with an education.

Kore: It might be difficult to get people to take your mascot seriously, but you could run a platform of recycling tin cans.

Di: World war one propaganda. Goats don't eat tin cans.

Di: It's late. I'd better go.

Kore: Good night. Say hello to Dogbert for me on your way down.

Di: I don't need an aide, but this crazy idea just popped into my head.

Kore: Yeah?

Di: We can talk tomorrow.

Di: ...really crazy...you'll laugh when I tell you.

Kore: Doubt it.

Di: Good night, Kore.

Kore: ...Di.