#abntt

Basketball: Oh man, you have any shaving cream?  8-ball: No, I don't like the way that it tastes.  Basketball: Wait... you eat shaving cream?  8-ball: No. Why would I eat it if I don't like the taste.

GolfBall: Given the circumstances, I will let you hug me for four to five seconds.  Grassy: Forty five seconds?!?  GolfBall: No! I said four TO five seconds.  Grassy, hugging GolfBall: Too late. 

Basketball: You have to apologize to Blocky!  GolfBall: Fine!  GolfBall: Unfuck you, or whatever!

Grassy, handing a balloon to 8-ball: I have no soul. Have a good day!  8-ball, walking off: I don't have one either. 

Basketball: You’re a loose cannon, GolfBall.  GolfBall: No, I’m not. I’m a cannon, maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me?  Grassy: I think you play by your own rules.  Tennisball: No way, they think rules were made to be broken.  Basketball: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.  GolfBall: No, I’m just a reckless renegade. Blocky is a loose cannon.  Blocky: *smashes a chair* Aah! You shut your trap, GolfBall!  Tennisball: I’d say Blocky’s more of a cop on the edge with nothing to lose. That’s an entirely different thing.  Grassy: Now I’m just confused. Is GolfBall a loose cannon or not?  Basketball: All right, put on a pot of coffee. We’re gonna get to the bottom of this.  GolfBall: *groans*  Blocky: Aw, man.

Basketball: How would you like your coffee?  Grassy: As dark and as bitter as my soul.  Basketball, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!