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[B] Got any leads?
About yourselves
[B] Batter.
[P] Signing: P-E-A-N-U-T.
[J] Dey call me J.
[B] We used to have aspirations! Musical aspirations! Performative aspirations!
[P] <Until the...> He waves his hands mockingly. <"Lord of Screens" came around.>
[J] (Dat's short for Jelly.)
[B] He declared himself the ONLY star to grace this Dark World! Nobody else!
[J] 'Less you's on HIS show, dat is.
[P] Stifled giggling.
[B] Which are all weird reality shows and game shows!
[B] So... don't tell anyone this, okay? I'm SERIOUS!!
[B] But we're actually working under the guise of a revolutionary. All three of us.
[P] Signing: M-I-K-E.
[B] Mike never stops for nothing! He can't put a muffler on us!
[B] That's why we set up shop here.
[P] A "make it rain" gesture.
[J] Can we fund a game show, too?
About the Lord of Screens
[B] Tenna wasn't always so... glooby.
[P] A shrug with an unsure expression, followed by a pinching of fingers—"a little bit".
[B] It wasn't 'till that stupid DARK FOUNTAIN appeared...
[P] He sucks in air through his teeth, shaking his head and making a cutting motion at his neck.
[B] "Knight" this! "Knight" that! "Fountain" this! "Fountain" th—
[P] <What's that Knight got going for them that we don't? No shot they can compare!>
[B] EXACTLY! He wasn't always so bad! He used to call me his favorite! He gave me battery acid!
[P] A confused look.
[B] You know, cause I'm green. You're not. Also, you kept trying to get on his lap like some weird cat.
[P] A look of mock offense, then exaggerated sorrow.
[B] Come on! I didn't mean it like that!
[B] ... J, help me out here.
[J] Whuh? Me? Uh...
[J] ... I think I forgots to buy batteries earlier today.
[B] GOD! This revolution's taking such a toll on us that we've forgotten the simplest of things!
[P] Crossed arms, and a disappointed sigh.
[J] Anyone gots any triple-As left over?