"Noooooooooooooooo- ahem >cough, splutter<"
"Cut!"
*Lulu's voice changes to a camp, high pitched one*
"You know, thith doethn't really work for me, thith whole 'Nooo' thing. I'm jutht not really feeling the moment, I mean, thure, he's just lotht all hith moolah on a can of fith eggth, but ith that really going to induthe thcreaming? Honethtly."
"Yeah, but, to a Glukkon, moolah is their most important possession. More imortant than anything."
"Mmm hmm"
"We went over this in rehersal, remember? It's like their deity."
"Uh huh"
"So imagine the worst possible thing that could ever happen to you. That should help."
"Oh, but you know me, Lorne! I'm a thwell kinda guy!"
"Urgh. Imagine you have just lost your entire shoe collection."
"Even the thtilletoeth?"
"Even the stilletoes."
*Lulu is silent for a moment*
"I think I got it."
"Great. Okay, ACTION!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
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