Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-26840812-20150920012845/@comment-13261419-20151004183750

Smaller Agent: I can't die... I can't die... no... please... no...

The smaller agent started to cry.

Smaller A: Don't cry... You... you can do it... If I'm going to die... I'll die for my cause.

Agent: Where is... Latite! Noooooooooo!

Latite: For Dooooraaaaadooooo!

Agent: Latite! Land on the bush, you'll live!

Latite: I'm going to a better place, Picrite, and... I'll finally be useful. For... DORADO!

Picrite: NoooooooooOOoooooOOO!

Latite, the smaller agent, falls onto Aqua, causing a gust of dust to fill the area. When the dust clears, Picrite sees what's left of Latite, big crumbled rocks, covering Aqua.

Picrite: No... Latiiiiiiiiiite! (Feels for some reason. :P)