#fabricator

Juniper: Why are your tongues purple?

Fabby: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Solaris: I had a red one.

Juniper: oh.

Juniper:

Juniper: OH.

Roz:

Roz: You drank eachothers slushies?

Roz: I just found out from Solaris today that when Juniper died and the service did the 21-gun salute at their funeral, Fabby said, “They should aim at the coffin to be sure.”

Juniper: Time sensitive question how flirt boy.

Fabby: Throw rocks at he.

Solaris: Hot Dogs.

Roz: Kill him.

Juniper: Thanks guys.

Solaris: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.

Roz: No, that's not how you make cookies.

Juniper: FLOOR IT!!

Solaris: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!?

Roz: yOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN-

Solaris: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!

Fabby: DO IT!

Roz: NO-

Solaris: Question, how difficult would it be to bowl in a bee suit?

Roz: Not that hard, I don't think, as long as you can move.

Juniper: I'd assume as hard as it is to bowl in a maid outfit.

Juniper: Wouldn't be any harder, but you'd get some WEIRD looks.

Fabby: Are. Are you speaking from experience.

Juniper: No!

Juniper:

Juniper: ....Maybe.

Roz: What is love?

Juniper: An emotional minefield.

Fabby: A neurochemical reaction.

Solaris: Baby don't hurt me.

Juniper: *tapping fingers on table*

Fabby: *taps fingers back furiously*

Solaris: …What’s going on?

Roz: Morse code. They’re talking.

Juniper: -.-- ..- .-. / - …. . / -.-. ..- - . … -

Fabby: *slams hands on table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

Juniper: You know guys, sometimes I feel like Roz doesn't take me seriously enough.

Fabby: "Sometimes"?

Solaris: "Enough"?

Juniper:

Solaris: Change that to 'at all' and we'll talk.

Juniper, watching Fabby and Solaris fight: Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they get hurt?

Roz, not bothered by the chaos: It’s fine. They’re too evenly matched to hurt each other.

Juniper: Then... who’s the strongest out of you three?

Fabby: Roz.

Solaris: Roz.

Roz: Me.

Juniper: Isn’t it weird how we pay money to see other people?

Solaris: You mean movies?

Roz: Concerts?

Fabby: Prostitutes?

Juniper: Wha…N-no, I mean glasses, what the fuck-

Roz: Think you can unlock the door for us?

Fabby: Sure, I just need a couple of things. Juniper, can I have your credit card?

Juniper: Sure, just make sure not to bend it.

Fabby: Thanks. Now Solaris, break down the door!

Juniper: Huh!?!

Fabby: What the hell was that?

Solaris: *picks up a flashlight* Only one way to find out!

Juniper: Wait a minute! You don’t go TOWARDS the spooky scary banging!

Roz: Yes we do, Juniper. We always do.

Fabby, pointing to the wall: What color is this?

Roz: Gray.

Solaris: Grey.

Fabby, turning to Juniper: Now tell them what color you think it is.

Juniper: Dark white.

*The squad is playing a team sport*

Solaris: Are you upset you don’t get to be on the same team as Fabby?

Roz: Have you ever played a game with Fabby?

Solaris: No…

Roz: Have you ever been trapped in a cage with a wolverine?

*Meanwhile, on the other side of the field*

Fabby, chasing Juniper: I SAID FASTER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORD “FASTER” MEANS? IT MEANS MORE FAST!!!!

Fabby: A stake to the heart won't kill a vampire if their tits are big enough.

Solaris: Yeah, you just catch it.

Roz: Nah nah nah, deflects it. Stake? Just bounces right off. Done. Back to doing hot girl shit.

Juniper: Then I just use a spear instead.

Fabby: You are trying so hard to kill a vampire with big bazongas, and for what? Why would you do that to the ecosystem?

Roz: I told Solaris to grab snacks for everyone.

Fabby, looking through the options: Why did you grab fruit snacks? Are you five? Who even likes Fruit Snacks?