[crash and splat]

Jayfeather: God, I hate Mondays.

[upbeat piano theme music]

Rainstorm: I'm dying!

Please!

Thornclaw: Oh no! We gotta help him!

Let me go get something for him to hold onto...

AH!

Jayfeather: Get your dirty paws off my stick!

Rainstorm: Please... help... [dying noises]

Jayfeather: That is not my problem.

Jayfeather: Rock. Have you known about my mom this whole fucking time?!

Rock: HUuH?

How your mother was a whoOore?

Of course I knew.

[vine triggered noise]

Brightheart: I'm pregnant.

Jayfeather: I hope you miscarry.

[upbeat piano theme]