...look, all I'm saying is, if we combined chocobo racing and pod racing, it'd be a hit.

You've been drinking too much of that blue milk, Darklighter. That's the worst idea I've ever heard.

[The two pilots come walking out of the arena, and spot Dylas curled around a defenseless chocobo chick. The two men look from Dylas to the chick to each other.]

Hey, uh, everything alright here? [Biggs asks, not wanting to know what severed-arm guy is up to, but not willing to walk away and leave this poor bird in danger.]