Cold: "She seems happy with our jokes. And going against Him by freeing her this time has been... liberating. Thank you for leading us to these new ventures, Contrarian."
Contrarian: "Wh- Oh! Uh, me? You know little old me doesn't do all the deciding, silly! It's our guy here who's been doing such a swell job fooling around."
Cold: "He has... What if we mess around even more?"
Contrarian: "Oooo hoho, does the icebear want to take a crack at humor now? This oughta be good."
Cold: "She has her back turned to us in the full trust we have worked so hard to earn. Would be quite ironic of us if we were to break that trust now..."
Contrarian: "Uhhh haha... What?"
Contrarian: "Wh-... Why did we do this?"
Cold: "It's called an subversion of expectation. Like you did with keeping the blade this time instead of throwing it out of the window. I thought you found this humorous, yet you're not laughing now."
Contrarian: "Well... Yeah! Part of the humor is that everyone should have fun with it. She's not having fun anymore. She's not feeling anything anymore- s-she's dead!"
Cold: "Yes, that's the punchline. It was an exciting punchline too. She didn't even scold us for killing her this time.
Like she knew we would do this due to our history with killing her, despite all the kindness and mercy we showed her afterwards.
Contrarian: "No, we're not going. We promised to leave with her. That was the plan."
Cold: "And I changed that plan. No need to get so butthurt. Next time, we'll do your thing. I prom-"
Contrarian: "Nope. Your promises are a joke in and of themselves. So I'm pulling my own 'change in plans'. I'd say watch your head, but that would ruin my hilarious next act."
[Throw yourself down the stairs.]