Fleet: (he forms a crush on Claudette) My name's Fleet, we're from the northern team.
Claudette: Hey, i'm Claudette. This is my bro Stinky, and our younger bro, Runt.
Runt: (in disgust) Yeah, younger Von 2 minutes!
Claudette: So, the northern hunting team?
Fleet: No, northern team for the Great Games.
Runt: Great Games? What is that?
Fleet: Oh ho ho ho! (chuckles)
Claudette: What's funny?
Fleet: Ha, wait a minute. Du really don't know. Where are Du Wölfe from?
Stinky: The western pack. As in *the* western pack.
Magril: (whispers in Fleet's ear)
Fleet: (with a smile) Oh, right. Makes sense.
Humphrey:...
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