VOIDSY: For someone who's supposedly a psycopathic devourer of gods, you're looking trim.
SPIT: What can I say? Body burns through food like you wouldn't believe.
SPIT: Makes me real hungry.
SPIT: You're looking pretty delectable yourself. Never eaten somebody made of space before.
VOIDSY: Are you flirting with us?
VOIDSY: Your reputation precedes you, so we can’t say we expected that…
VOIDSY: But I guess you are pretty smoking.
She laughs, hyena-like.
SPIT: Kid, I'm going to tear you apart.
SPIT: By the time I'm through with you, you're gonna end up begging for me to snap your cute little neck.
SPIT: Is that flirty enough for you?
VOIDSY: Sure. We're practically smitten with that cute grin of yours.
VOIDSY: Can’t get enough of the whole bone breaking thing, either.
SPIT: Man.
SPIT: You're even more idiotic than I hoped.
SPIT: This'll be fun, lil’ snack! I look forward to slaughtering your team.