Tiny Tina: Gah! Here I am about to throw a tea party and the guest of honor is MISSING! Do me a flava and lure our guest to the party or I'll eat your babies. His name's Flesh-Stick, by the by. The by.
(Vault Hunter heads over to the location and kills all the bandits found there. Flesh-Stick shows up ...)
Tiny Tina: There he is: Flesh-Stick, the guest of honor. You just lure him back to my abode, and I'll do the rest."
Tiny Tina: Seein' him makes me scared as crap and I don't -- remember -- whyyyy.
(If Flesh-Stick lose aggro and start going back to the camp ...)
Tiny Tina: Looks like Flesh-Stick stopped followin' yo fine ass. Best give him a poke so he'll start runnin' after yas again.
(If Flesh-Stick gets wounded ...)
Tiny Tina: Don't hurt our guest too much, bucko. Can't attend a tea party if you're dead!
(If Flesh-Stick gets wounded even more ...)
Tiny Tina: Flesh-Stick's lookin' pretty wounded, bra. Better lay off shootin' him.
(If Flesh-Stick gets killed ...)
Tiny Tina: AAAGH! I told you not to kill him! Blegh. It's okay. I still love you.
(Vault Hunter lures Flesh-Stick into Tiny Tina's workshop where he is zapped by a series of electric bolts from the ceiling.)
Tiny Tina: You're cordially invited, BITCH!
Tiny Tina: Good job, friendo. Flesh-Stick's gettin' sucked through the tunnels as we speak. Let's talk!
(Vault Hunter turns in the mission to Tiny Tina.)
Tiny Tina: Flesh-Stick's in the men's. Gettin' all pretty for the big occasion.