"Target! Always a thing, or creature or target! I have a name, same as you. Oh, except not; you're all just named after various types of Mobians." At one point of Iguana's furtive, untrusting glances, Naugus bares his many teeth and clicks them. Snap snap.

"Is 'Master' Miller getting here anytime soon? I have half a mind to just relieve you of those ugly dark glasses and head back myself. You can have him."