The Adventures of Dod

"Come on, boy, settle down. You don't want that putrid thing anyway. I'll find you something better..."

"Look ad you self, puny, ugly worm!" 

"I'd like strawberry jam on my toast."

"Bah! I think you're being humble....You'd make a great Chief Noble Tredder of Green."

"How can Bly get wealthy on gadgets like this?  They're way too hard to use--too many instructions."

"Of course he is dricking you....Look ad him."

"I almost didn't recognize you with a shirt on." 

"Con won't mind.  If he's not here yet, we better eat while we still have a chance--that boy's as big as a barge. I'd pull a frog out my nose if he eats anything less than half-a-cow per day." 

 "...how many trees need to fall before it's not just the wind?"

"Enjoy Driaxom.  I hope you live a long, long, long life!" 

"Mentioning Boot's father like that was completely heartless and unforgivable.  Only a rock with no emotion whatsoever would concoct the things he said." 

 "Show them you're a Chantolli, my boy!  Show them!"

"No worries, honey.  I can keep up with you if you help me." 

 "If The Dread is among us, then we must act normal.  Any suspicious behavior would certainly lead to a swift and fatal meeting with him!"

 "You can't tell a soul....I was--uh--someplace I shouldn't have been, and I may have heard--"

"As you can all see, I'm a fortunate man indeed..." 

"You putrid, loathing, degenerate snake!" 

"Please, son, try to be good tomorrow." 

"Sorry I didn't get the rest of him."

"You better hurry, Dod.  You've got to sign in or Mr. Clair won't let you duel--and you're up first in the level-five ring."