Jacob Scribble: [in Maurizio's body] What's that strange rumbling in my stomach?
Maurizio di Mauro: [in Jacob's body] Those are called hunger pangs. Been almost an hour since I- You ate.
Jacob Scribble: I can't worry about that now, Maurizio. We need to get to City Hall and make sure Bubonic signs that stopwork order, so we can get back into our own bodies.
Maurizio di Mauro: Stop the order? But the amusement park sounded like fun!
Jacob Scribble: Do you want your body back or not?
Maurizio di Mauro: Great. I'll fly. See you there, Jacob!
[He flutters in the air for a moment and lands on the floor with a crash]
Maurizio di Mauro: Ow! These things hurt! What's wrong with your wings? I mean, my wings?
Jacob Scribble: That, my feathered friend, is called rheumatism. Don't worry, you'll get used to it. All you have to do is flap them up and down like this!
[He demonstrates]
Maurizio di Mauro: I'm sorry, Jacob. I may have the body of a bird, but deep down I'm a "terra firma" kind of guy. Do you think I still have nine lives as a bird?