Fray: So, what's first?
Urkonn: (hefting a girder) Dexterity. I throw things at you. You avoid them.
Fray: You're not a real complicated person, are you? Let's do it.
20 seconds later
Fray: (lying on the floor) You hib me wib a girder!
Urkonn: (kneeling over her) How many claws am I holding up?
Fray: You hib me ib the face wib a whole girder!
Urkonn: You were meant to duck.
Fray: Can we skib degsteriby?