Emad: So dramatic, Majid. Maybe you should be the one on stage.
Bunter: And maybe you should be the one locked in a lamp for 600 years!
Emad: Don't blame your weakness on me, mongrel!
Bunter: It was your idea! I was a kid. I listened to you.
Emad: Kid? Don't make me laugh. You were old enough to enjoy the delights!
Bunter: I got caught!
Emad: Not my problem. You knew the risk.
Bunter: You left me to fight the guards alone! Ran off without a backward glance.
Emad: Hey! Your daddy was the warrior, not mine! What was I suppose to do? Juggle?
Bunter: Don't give me that bull! You're the one who taught me to fight. I trusted you.
Emad: You didn't TRUST me. You just expected everyone to indulge you the way Maman did! Damn mongrel!
Bunter: GRRR!!
Bunter: I'll show you mongrel!
Emad: You ruined my life! Filthy bastard.
Emad: Arrgh!!
Bunter: Get up! Let's finish this! Now!
Emad thinks: The kid's grown into his breed. I can't match him with this tack.
Emad: What a bloodthirsty beast you've become, Majid! And they call ME a monster!
Bunter gasps: I can discuss things civilly! ...Can you?
Emad: Listen, Majid. I got caught too. Stuck in a lamp just the same.
Bunter: I don't believe you.
Emad: For god's sake, use your head! Would I be standing here alive if I hadn't spent 600 years in a lamp?
Bunter: ...But what are you doing here, Emad? You haven't explained a damn thing.
Emad: I got released about 20 years ago. I've been trying to track you down. Then I heard you call out to the Djinn kin--fighting some ghost demon. I came at once.
Bunter: Right. All brotherly concern. What about this Kraken business? The wrecking. If you were so eager to reunite, why all this?
Emad: I had to meet you in style, little brother, not with my hand held out like a beggar. ...I only robbed the thieves.
Bunter: A noble Robin Hood, eh? That's a bit thick, BROTHER.
Emad: All right, all right. I saw an opportunity and got carried away. Who knew you'd show up like a bloody canon and blow my operation out of the water! And speaking of which, where's my loot?
Bunter: It's being invested in a worthier cause.
Bunter: You know, Emad, I was hired to blow YOU out of the water...Kraken!
Emad: Well, good thing we talked first, eh?
Bunter: Oh, we're far from done with the talking...or the blowing up.
Emad: Now, Majid, what are you going to do? Hold a grudge for another 600 years?
Bunter: No, but I'm not going to trust you so easily again. So, INDULGE your mongrel half-brother one more time.
Emad: What? You want me to prove my good intentions?
Bunter: Maybe ...to start with.
Emad sighs: You've grown hard, little brother. No fun anymore.
Emad: Hey! Remember our bet? How many did you take?
Bunter: You're still thinking about the bet? Good god! ...The truth is I, uh, lost count.
Emad laughs: Yah, same here. Enjoying myself too much to worry about a bet.
Bunter: Until the guards showed up.
Emad: No, that wasn't so great. Who knew the sorcerer would be such a mean SOB?
Bunter: He told me you escaped.
Emad: ...I got the same nasty message about you.
Emad: So what now?
Bunter: Now I have duties at home. You'll just have to stay here.
Emad: You don't want me around your home.
Bunter: What do you think, Kraken?
Emad: Fine. But...
Bunter's phone rings, bringing ancient history back into the modern age.
Bunter: Later, Emad. I have to go. We'll talk again tomorrow. Unless you decide to cause more trouble. Then there won't be any talk.
Emad clamps down on anger and walks off.
