Dusty: Let’s see, I met Bob when he and his creator James came to release me from a prison in Broaste Castle. I can’t say I had a high opinion of him right away, even though I certainly admired him for breaking me out of that hole. But, from what I was able to gather from him on a personal level, I seriously thought something was wrong. It was as if he was hiding a really big secret.

Plip Tamer: I don’t know why you’re interviewing me. It’s not my fault that the dirty little hamster can’t control himself. Is that my problem? No. Besides, they’re my plips that he keeps attacking with that mallet of his. How do you think that makes me feel? Here I am trying to nurture them within a healthy environment, when all of a sudden this madman with fur breaks into my house and starts beating my plips all to heck. It’s insulting to me if you want to know the truth. I think he’s a jerk for ruining my way of life.

Bob: I knew I had a problem from the moment I first lusted after the blood of those irritating little green things. But you have to admit that they were begging for it. All little blob creatures are begging for it. That’s just what they do. I mean, who was I to say that they didn’t deserve it? They needed to be bashed. It was tattooed right above their eyes.