Pan: What is Essence? Like essential oil?
LeDrun: It’s your naturally endowed potentialities, like a cloud of possibilities.
Mr. Bar: I’m a police dog!
LeDrun: Being a police dog is not essential. It’s a social identity.
Lexy: I’m beautiful!
Bar: You are such a narcissist.
Lexy: Shut up Uggo.
LeDrun: Beauty is not essential. It’s an external judgment.
Pol: I’m essentially the boss of everything.
PanRoo: Try not to fart. So, if I list off my personal information like age, sex, species, profession, marital status, children, income…
LeDrun: All nonessential!
Inspired by his mother’s comments, Jocub bends over and presents a wet, coy, squeaky cub fart.
LeDrun: THAT is essential. (nose-covering)