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Angel: Sis Poky! I can't believe this! A few more days and we'll be racing around the world! Isn't it sooo cooool!!?
Pokwang: It is. But... I'm worried.
Angel: Oh. I understand you. You probably are worried that some teams would stone you to death because they'd think you're an elemental monster... or a witch. Or maybe, birds would fly away because they'd think that you're a scarecrow. I'm really sorry, Sis.
Pokwang: No. I'm worried about you. What if we have to skyjump? All the plastic surgeries on your face would be distorted. What if we have to run excessively? The silicon in your boobs might explode. What if we sit on something hot? Your fake butt might melt or something. I can't take that to happen, Sis. You're still my sister even if you're a walking plastic mannequin...
Angel: *whispers* We've talked about this a thousand times, Sis. You don't have to tell all people that I'm a product of plastic surgery... Damn it.
Pokwang: And I've also told you a million times that I don't care. Because at the first place, we are twin sisters and you looked exactly like me. My face is already perfect. And making an already perfect face more perfect would result to ugliness. Just like what you are now.
Angel: Don't be sarcastic, Sis. You're fug and you're just insecure about me.
Pokwang: Well, at least I'm not a walking plastic and brainless mannequin. You were brainless before but made even worse because of your plastic surgeries... A side effect, I must say.
Angel: At least I'm not a scarecrow.
Pokwang: Mannequin.
Angel: Scarecrow.
Pokwang: .................