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Huh.
[Kronk looked up at the sun. Back at Spike. The sun. Spike.] But...uh. But what about the sun?
[Kronk looked up at the sun. Back at Spike. The sun. Spike.] But...uh. But what about the sun?
It's up there, all bright and shiny! Isn't the sun all the light you need, buddy? [Kronk coughed a little, before just smiling his usual vacant smile at the guy.]
I dunno if I can do that, because it looks like it's kinda hot! [Kronk, stop looking directly into the sun.]
Your hair's fuzzy.
Your hair's fuzzy.
REALLY? [Kronk finally looked away from the sun, before staring at Spike's hair. It was magnificent.]
Is it a little animal that's pretending to be hair?
Is it a little animal that's pretending to be hair?
That's what happens when you let your hair stay wet for too long.
[ Flipping out a zippo now. This is the kind of light he was talking about. Spike doesn't even bother mentioning it. ]
Of course, it doesn't bother me.
[ Inhale. ]
I'm not too sure it hasn't grown territorial, though.
[ And exhale. ]
[ Flipping out a zippo now. This is the kind of light he was talking about. Spike doesn't even bother mentioning it. ]
Of course, it doesn't bother me.
[ Inhale. ]
I'm not too sure it hasn't grown territorial, though.
[ And exhale. ]
Ohh. Yzma always makes me comb my hair! And brush my teeth, three times a day. [Kronk was a very hygienic Kronk, all things considered.]
What...uhh. What is that? [Did he just make fire with his hand? Was this guy a witch doctor?]
What...uhh. What is that? [Did he just make fire with his hand? Was this guy a witch doctor?]
[Kronk, true to nature, didn't manage to catch it. Instead, it bounced off of his chin and landed on his lap. He picked it up and studied it closely, smiling.] It IS little!
It's just as big as my pinky finger. How did you make it all...uh. All firey like that?
It's just as big as my pinky finger. How did you make it all...uh. All firey like that?
Nah, got my own.
[And Jack casually lights his own cigar without missing a beat. He offers one to Spike.]
New here, guy?
[And Jack casually lights his own cigar without missing a beat. He offers one to Spike.]
New here, guy?
My... my eyebrows? [For now, Kronk couldn't even find the little wheel and when he found it, he held the lighter really, really close to his highly flammable shirt. Kronk, no!]
THIS little wheel, buddy?
THIS little wheel, buddy?
['Giant stupid man sets himself on fire using only a zippo' was the best story ever, but Spike was a gentleman and a scholar for preventing it from happening!]
Okay... there I go! [Flicking the little wheel and CREATING FIRE.]
Look! LOOK AT THE SHINY FIRE! I made that!
Okay... there I go! [Flicking the little wheel and CREATING FIRE.]
Look! LOOK AT THE SHINY FIRE! I made that!
It's... it's magical. How did you make that? [Kronk wanted to work for Spike instead of Yzma now! But Spike probably didn't need a henchman like Kronk. No one needed a henchman like Kronk, really.]
[ Unless he was a particularly good beer-getter, though, he'd probably be bored out of his mind. ]
Butane and dumb luck. Wheel broke on this thing two months ago but I haven't had the heart to replace it. Or the funds.
[ Spike actually exhales a huge cloud of smoke that seems to imply 'agonizing irritation'. ]
A few stray mutts seem to be eating up all of those, lately.
Butane and dumb luck. Wheel broke on this thing two months ago but I haven't had the heart to replace it. Or the funds.
[ Spike actually exhales a huge cloud of smoke that seems to imply 'agonizing irritation'. ]
A few stray mutts seem to be eating up all of those, lately.
[Kronk would probably be good at fetching beers, but... yeah, he'd get at least a little bored! Yzma always kept him on his toes.]
Ohh... you got money problems? [All the armor on Kronk was made of solid gold, but he only had a few coins in his pocket.]
Ohh... you got money problems? [All the armor on Kronk was made of solid gold, but he only had a few coins in his pocket.]
I don't! I have a job with Yzma, it's at the palace and...uh. I got all these fancy clothes and I get to eat breakfast and dinner and lunch every day!
[Kronk was eternally grateful that Yzma hired him to work for her, even if he had no idea why she picked him instead of some smarter guy!]
[Kronk was eternally grateful that Yzma hired him to work for her, even if he had no idea why she picked him instead of some smarter guy!]
Oh yeah, Yzma is my whole life! Keeping Yzma happy. [Kronk was Yzma's, very, loyal servant. Back then, it was normal to have your entire life revolve around someone wealthy or important; the entire Empire lived for Kuzco.]
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