Welcome to the crazy. (Actually, at the moment, it's rather serious!)

"What did you just call me?" Woari asks, a threat clear in her tone. She does not, however, raise her voice.

"I called YOU nothing. I meant your... unnatural abilities..."

"They aren't unnatural!"

"To you, maybe. I'm a man of science. That type of... thing doesn't fit into my definition of the world."

"Then broaden it."

"No."

"Then you're an idiot."

"Smarter than you."

She rolls her eyes.

"It's true."

"Do I care?"

"Probably not. Most people of inferior intellect hide behind the shield of not caring."

She holds up her hand threateningly. "I can stop your heart or send you into cardiac arrest with the twitch of a finger, you know."

"And I could crush your skull with my mind." He said, his eyes grave. "But I prefer to play nice."

Zorvan pops in. "Hey, hey, what's with the anger in my little slice of crazy pie cake of a lie?" he says, floating on a chair resembling a top hat.

"She is pushing things in my face I would rather keep buried."

"Well then! Why don't we all have ice cream?" Zorvan says, smiling. And as he says so, it rains ice cream, of all kinds of flavors.

Stonepaw avoids the chocolate, going for cherry.

"Magic is a good thing!"

"Heh. Sure."

"Well then! What to do, what to do.... I know!" Suddenly, they are in a cave. Surrounded by... Kittens. "There we go!"

She glares at Zorvan. "Zorvan. Remember my threats from when we went to the school?"

Zorvan whistles innocently.

James blinks, but for a man of Reason, takes it surprisingly well.

The kittens turn into bats. Bats on fire.