Episodes 12.2-14.1
Izzy: Worth a shot.... wait, you think you know this guy?
Montblanc: I may be mistaken about what town he lives in.
Izzy: Well, I may as well go witht hat anyways, got nothing better do to with it.
[Later, at the next town]
Izzy: Bleh. My shoes are caked with mud.
Montblanc: I was almost breathing mud back there!
Izzy: Why?! Why do I allow him to continue to breathe air?!
Montblanc: Lookit, it's that sword smithy dude's place!
Izzy: Really?
Montblanc: No, not really. It seems I was mistaken about where he lives. Well, we'll see him eventually.
[The duo enters a building and takes some seats.]
Izzy: Must... resist... stabbity urges... wait, why do I need to resist them? What good is he? Why does he have to come?
Montblanc: I have to come because the prophecy thingy says so.
Izzy: Can he read my mind?!
Montblanc: Yes...
Izzy: Holy crap! I'm not safe even in my own mind! AUGH! The mental screams of mortal agony!! [falls on the floor and twitches in self-induced pain]
Montblanc: Yes, barkeep, it does suck that a dumby prophecy states that I have to travel with such a weirded-out cohort... and he has these apparent seizures every once and again. Sad. [sips his beer]
Izzy: AAHHH! Where am I? My head hurts... and the last thing I remember is that stupid moogle standing over me... ow... just the thought of him makes this headache I have worse.
[Izzy walks out of the barn.]
Izzy: Where is that stupid mind-reading moogle?
[Just then he sees Monty whistling down the road, eating beef jerky with a jangling sack of money in hand.]
Izzy: Montblanc! What happened? Why was I in a barn? And why are you eating beef jerky?!
Izzy: Works for me.
Montblanc: Sucker!
Izzy: Where's my Gil?
Montblanc: Umm... I don't know?
Izzy: Oh. That's a shame.
Montblanc: Yeah...
Izzy: Well, let's buy some weapons and armor with what Gil we have left, then stay at the Inn for the night while we consider our next destination.
Montblanc: Sounds like a plan. Let's do it.
Izzy: He's acting funny... but he's not being an annoying twit for once! Yay!
[Meanwhile, in a dark, dank cellar under the pub...]
Montblanc [is bound and gagged]: MMM!! MMMPPHH! MMMMMPPPHHH! [Hey, he shouldn't use language like that! Didn't he ever listen to his mother?!] Oh crap, crap, crappity crap!! Izzy's in major trouble. While he was out of it, this guy who looked like me came up and stole all our Gil, then KO'ed me and stuffed me down here! What am I gonna do?! Who knows what that vermin will do to Izzy?!
[Meanwhile, back at the equipment shop...]