TAVROS: gIVE IT TO ME,
JOHN: what... the ring?
TAVROS: yES, iT'S MINE,
JOHN: who are you?
TAVROS: i'M, yOUR WORST BAD DREAM, iF YOU DON'T RETURN MY TREASURE,
TAVROS: i FOUND IT, sNUGGLED IN THE SAND, bEING PRETTY AND GOLD AND BY ITSELF, aND i WANT IT BACK,
JOHN: so you found it here, like exactly where i just found it... but then instead of picking it up, you fell asleep?
TAVROS: wHEN YOU PUT IT THAT WAY, i SOUND STUPID,
TAVROS: bUT, yES,
JOHN: sorry buddy. as the age old saying goes, you snooze, you lose.
TAVROS: i NEVER HEARD THAT AGE OLD SAYING, iN MY CULTURE, sO, fUCK YOUR LINGUAL HERITAGE, aND GIVE ME THE RING,
JOHN: why were you even asleep?
TAVROS: i WAS TIRED,
JOHN: this is such a dumb place to fall asleep, dude.
TAVROS: tREASURE HUNTING IS HARD,
TAVROS: sHE HAS ME WORKING LIKE A BARKFIEND,
TAVROS: mY MATESPRIT,
TAVROS: tHAT MEANS GIRLFRIEND, yOU IGNORAMUS,
JOHN: i know what it means!
JOHN: no offense, but you seem like kind of a lame troll. i don't think we ever talked before, did we?
TAVROS: wHO CARES, gIVE ME MY TREASURE,
JOHN: no way! it's mine bro.
TAVROS: mAYBE WE CAN WORK OUT SOME KIND OF DEAL,
JOHN: i dunno. this ring is pretty sweet. the price would have to be pretty steep.
TAVROS: yOU ARE REALLY PUTTING ME, iN AN UNCOMFORTABLE AND CHALLENGING SITUATION,
JOHN: why do you want this desert ring so bad. is it magic?
JOHN: i don't really feel magic wearing it...
JOHN: i mean, not any more than usual.
TAVROS: i DON'T KNOW, iF IT'S MAGIC,
TAVROS: tHAT'S NOT WHY i WANT IT,
JOHN: well, i'm not giving it to you unless you have a really good reason.