[Mr. Id]: Finally! A familiar...carapace?
[Mr. Ego]: Bigger than I remember. Took mom hours to burn 'em off. Dad was furious...
[Mr. Ego]: As if an eight-year old's supposed to know what makes ticks...tick!
[Mr. Id]: Out of the tub, straight to bed. No dinner.
[Mr. Ego]: A starving artist was born.
[Mr. Id]: Mal wanted insect enemies for ZED. Issue Six.
[Mr. Ego]: Right...! The Acari Armada, from the Zebulon Nebula.
[Mr. Ego]: Wonder how Mal's doing.
[Mr. Id]: ...You don't remember.