Daddy Steve: Robin is a very sweet boy, but sometimes he can go on a bit about his 'esteemed lineage.'
Robin: Have I mentioned that I'm royalty?
Tyler: A bunch of times.
Robin: And that I'm supposed to have eyelashes?
Mikko: We know, we know.
Robin: I'm also a 'limited edition.' Number 1300!
Tyler: Ha-ha! Sounds like you're a train! "Here comes old Number 1300 down the track!"
Mikko and Tyler: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Robin: You guys are just jealous.
Mikko: Certainly not. Everyone knows that thirteen is an unlucky number.
Tyler: Yeah, Robin. You better watch out for any black cats crossing your path!
Robin (thinking to himself): Are they right?
That night, Robin hardly slept a wink. All he could think of was his impending doom.
The next morning...
Sasha: Robin, you look tired.
Robin: I couldn't sleep at all last night.
Miguel: What is wrong?
Robin: My edition number is thirteen hundred! I'm doomed to bad luck. I just know a black cat is going to cross my path any moment.
Sasha: Oh, that's just superstition. Now, if Bigfoot crossed your path, well, that really would be bad luck!
Robin: It's no use. I can't escape my fate.
Finally, Emile can stand no more...
Emile: >sigh< Oh, mon ami, you exhaust me! Why do you speak of such foolish theengs?
Robin: Because I'm doomed! I'm thirteen hundred! Everyone know that's an unlucky number!
Emile: Listen to me--thirteen is treize. Thirteen 'undred ees one thousand three 'undred, or mille trois cents. They are not even remotely ze same theeng.
Miguel: Sí, es la verdad. You English speakers express numbers very strangely.
Robin: Hey! You're right!
Emile: Well, of course I am.
Robin: Thanks, Emile. I feel ever so much better now.
Emile: Not at all, mon ami. You see, I am French, and a descendant of Voltaire. It ees my duty to spread enlightenment whenever I can.