Lefty, sulkily: "He's started running again. And it's still all jaggedy here. And they've started shooting at us as usual."
Hugo: "Well at least help me deflect some of it then, Lefty."
Lefty, sacrastically: "And stairs. Oh Joy."
Hugo, warningly: "Lefty."
Doctor: "Okay guys, you're on. Lets close those doors."
Lefty, straining "Grnnnghhh! Ow. I've torn a strand!"
Hugo: "What on earth are they made of?"
Doctor: "Technically, not on earth. Trans-spun top quark condensate. Why?"
Hugo: "The word heavy springs to mind."
Lefty, straining again: "Nnnghmph…"
Hugo, strugging: "MmmmGrrr.. DUCK! Mmmmph."