Berd: There you are! I’m so sorry!
Frogatto: (2 choices):
1: "Don’t worry about it."
Frogatto: Let’s not dwell on it. Everything turned out okay. Let’s focus on the present.
Berd: Yes, you do seem to be a little… (camera pans back and forth) geographically challenged at this point.
Frogatto: And I don’t think I burned enough calories in that fight for you to be able to fly me out of here. So… do I just live here now?
Berd: No, I think I see a way out. I might not be able to lift you, but I would wager I can lift something that can support your weight. Give me a moment to work out the physics…
(end)
2: "Thanks a lot!"
Sorry? I should be thanking you!
Berd: What? Why?
Frogatto: Well, you’ve given me an idea for a new battle tactic.
Berd: Really? Do tell.
Frogatto: It’s simple. From now on, whenever we encounter an enemy, I want you to convince them to let you pick them up and try to glide them down a canyon.
Berd: Look, there’s no need to-
Frogatto: I’m serious! If Milgram is anywhere near as gullible as I was, he won’t be any trouble.
Berd: Hey now, that’s-
Frogatto: It won’t be quite as dangerous for him though, since I just killed the horrifying monstrosity that happened to be at the bottom of the ONE cliff, out of all the cliffs out there, that you just happened to drop me off of.
Berd: OH COME ON!
Frogatto: You’re right, I’m sorry.
(2 choices)
1:"You were only trying to help."
Frogatto: You did your best. I’m just upset about the experience as a whole, but I shouldn’t take it out on you. But seriously, how do I get out of here? If flying wasn’t a good idea on the way down, I’m not terribly enthused about our chances on the way back up.
Berd: Not necessarily. You’re stranded on a small rock surrounded on all sides by an abyss with no source of food. In about a week, you won’t be too fat for me to carry.
Frogatto: Berd! This is serious!
Berd: Ah, I see sarcasm is only acceptable when you do it. Very well, I can lift things other than you. One moment please…
(end)
2:"My grammar was inappropriate."
Frogatto: Forgive my sentence structure. The one cliff off of which you happened to drop me. But hey, maybe we’ll get lucky and Milgram will just starve to death.
Berd: That is ENOUGH! I know I screwed up. I said I was sorry. Which, granted, might not be sufficient, but what else can I do here?
Frogatto: Hey, calm down. I’m not mad at you.
Berd: You’re not?
Frogatto: No. You were honest about the dangers involved with your plan. I agreed to take a calculated risk that turned out not to pay off.
Berd: Then why do you keep lambasting me?
Frogatto: Well, you DID drop me into a canyon where I had to fight (an/yet another) enormous beast. Regardless of any mitigating circumstances, I think I’m more than entitled to make fun of you.
Berd: sigh I see your point. Carry on.
Frogatto: Hey Berd, gravity called, it wants its… um… drop-me-off-a-cliff… back.
Berd: …
Frogatto: Okay, I’m done.
Berd: Good. Because I think I know a way to get you out of here. I see a rope over there. I’ll grab it and fly it to the top the canyon and loop it around some rocks for you.
Frogatto: Be careful. Make sure you don’t drop the rope into a gaping hole to the center of the earth where it has to fight a giant lava badger.
Berd: I thought you were done.
Frogatto: Sorry. To be fair, though, you flew right into that one like a newly-cleaned window.
Berd: That’s not funny, my cousin died that way.
(end)