Yeah, I'm fine. Where's my-- gimme that. [He swipes his hat from Red. She says she was just keeping it safe, grinning the whole time. Sparks shoves his hands into the robot fists hanging at his side, and they power up with a whirr. He looks them over to make sure they're okay, and dusts them off.]

Alright, chicky, that's enough of this. Consider yerself successfully wrangled. [Untangling the rope from the roots, the chocobo immediately attempts to take off - but it's not going anywhere. It may have caught Sparks off-guard initially, but with the grip of robot fists holding it back, it doesn't stand a chance. It struggles a bit more, but at this point, it really needs a breather. It's still very upset, though, squawking at its captor, who just shakes these things.]

No way, pal. Took me four hours to even find one 'a you. You ain't goin' nowhere.