Susojos: I remember when Monterey first came through my front door. He was lost and confused, especially since I’m a talking eyeball, which he had never seen before, and didn’t really know what to think. Even though I didn’t have a heart, it would’ve gone out to him if I did. The poor penguin didn’t know what to do. That’s when I gave him the idea to mail himself back home. Of course, he paid back my good conscience by robbing me of the ice cubes I had waiting for me in the freezer. But I forgave him anyway.

Monterey: It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes after I landed that the post office guy told me that there was an extreme shortage of stamps. Ten minutes. I was doomed to suffer this unbearable climate indefinitely.

Super Cucumber: I thought he was a pudgy, underdeveloped weakling. Sure, he had feet, which is definitely a step up from anything I could ever dream to have, even though we’re living in the Age of Prosthetics. But, he was not Mister Adventurous. He was Mister "I wanna go home, I wanna go home." Don’t get me wrong, I liked the bird’s company because being a cucumber and all, I never had a lot of it. But, he was just so whiny, and true heroes are never whiny.