| Falco |
The Arwing might not make it. |
| Slippy |
This baby can take temperatures up to 9000 degrees. |
| Peppy |
Don't fly to low! Your ship can't take it! |
| Peppy |
Shoot the rocks! |
| (Bill |
Looks like you could use some help, Fox. |
| Fox |
Bill?! |
| Bill |
Don't get too excited. Here we go! |
| Bill |
Watch yourself, Fox...) |
| Peppy |
They're attacking in groups! |
| ROB64 |
Location confirmed. Sending supplies. |
| Falco |
I ain't your buddy! Go away! |
| Falco |
Good riddance. I almost got burned! |
| Slippy |
It's too hot! I can't take it anymore! |
| ROB64 |
Location confirmed. Sending supplies. |
| Peppy |
THIS is the enemy bio-weapon?! |
| Falco |
Andross is an insane fool! |
| Slippy |
Data analysis complete. Here it comes. |
| Peppy |
Maybe it's an arm. Aim for the arm! |
| Falco |
Here they come! |
| Slippy |
Yeah! Yeah! |
| Slippy |
Yippee! You did it! |