I'm filling that break with silliness, so let's kill some camels!
Bueno-Grande walked through the streets of Babylon sullenly, his partner Fernando following a pace behind. Their relationship had been strained since the human incident, and although it had been cleaned Bueno's halberd slung across his back was a cold reminder of that day. They were passing through the Bazzare when Bueno heard it, two voices shouting to them from down the street.
"Oi, furrball, ditch your brown friend there and come back to our stall for a bit of the old bouncy bouncy eh?"
Bueno spun around, growling with rage, to see a pair of Camels stood a short distance away, leaning on a wall nonchelantly and each with a Rapier hanging loosely in their grip.
"You heard us right" The Camel on the left said,
"Yeah" the other jeered "get out of here you furry sack of shit and leave your orange friend with us, we'll take care of him"
Bueno growled and straightened his back, reaching behind him to pull his Halberd from his back, knowing that these Camel dogs must die for their insolence.