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Needle: You have an impressive pain tolerance.  Gaty: Thanks, it's the trauma.

Saw: Change is inedible.  Barf Bag: Don’t you mean inevitable?  Saw, spitting out a bunch of pennies: No, I really didn’t.

Needle: Have I ever told you that you cook well?  Pin: Awww, no, you haven't!  Needle: So why do you keep cooking?

Pin: The floor is lava!  Saw: *helps Barf Bag onto the counter*  Needle: *kicks Coiny off the sofa*  Gaty: *lays on the floor*  Pin: ...Are you okay?  Gaty: No.

Coiny: What is your favourite mythical story?  Donut: The Story Of My Will To Live.  Coiny: I don’t think I’ve heard of that one before.

Coiny: Ow!  Gaty: What’s wrong?  Coiny: I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow.  Gaty: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.

Pin: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities.  Pin, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.

Donut: Any idiot would know that.  Coiny: I knew that!  Donut: See?

Coiny: My goal is not to be the best, but to inspire someone enough to one day surpass me.  Needle: YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT EVERY TIME YOU BEAT ME AT CONNECT FOUR!

Gaty: I'm not mean. Name one mean thing I’ve ever done.  Saw: When we were younger, you convinced me eggs weren't real.  Gaty: They're not.  Saw: Haha, very funny.  Gaty: I'm serious. Didn't you hear?  Saw: No... what happened?  Gaty: ...Why would you fall for this again-

*out grocery shopping*  Gaty: *takes a free sample twice*  Gaty: Robbery and Fraud. I am a Rebel.

Donut: I haven't slept in seventy-three hours.  Pin: Eighty. Democratically elected leader of insomnia.  Gaty: Bitch, it's been ninety for me. I'm going for an even one hundred.  Saw: You guys are fucking terrifying.

Saw: *is visibly upset*  Gaty: Saw, what happened? I haven't seen you like this since you found out candyland wasn't an actual country.

Gaty: Blue M&Ms are the best.  Book: whAT IS THIS SLANDER?  Gaty: What about it? They are.  Book: I WILL NOT ALLOW SUCH LIES ON MY CHRISTIAN MINECRAFT SERVER!  Book: THE RED ONES ARE THE BEST!  Gaty: YEAH? WELL YOUR MOM'S A HO!  Lollipop: They're all chocolate inside, the colors don't mean anything.  Saw: I like the yellow ones.  Gaty and Book: SHUT YOUR MOUTH!

Gaty: I give up. I am so tired.  Lollipop: Get the emergency supply!  Book: *carries Saw and places them in front of Gaty*  Saw: *smiles*  Gaty: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO

Book: You're a lying piece of shit!  Gaty: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD!  Taco: I'm leaving and I'm taking Saw with me!  Lollipop, gathering cards: Aaaaand that's enough Monopoly for today.

Lollipop: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell.  Taco, Book, Gaty, and Saw: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

Taco: And then they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife ten times.  Lollipop: You mean you stabbed them?  Taco: They ran into my knife.

Taco: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.  Gaty: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.  *Saw walks in*  Gaty: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

Saw: I need to dye my hair.  Book: ...  Saw: Or get another tattoo.  Book: ...  Saw: Or a new piercing.  Book: Why?  Saw: To, you know, appease the mental breakdown gods. 

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!

Gelatin: I feel like I have died and gone to heaven.  Donut: I have that dream, too, but you go in the other direction.

Barf Bag: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.  Donut: Wow. They sound stupid.  Barf Bag: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.  Donut: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”  Barf Bag: I guess you’re right. Hey Donut, I love you.  Donut: See! Just say that!  Barf Bag: Holy fucking shit.  Donut: If that flies over their head then, sorry Barf Bag, but they're too dumb for you.  Barf Bag: Donut. 

Barf Bag: If I didn't know better, Donut, I'd say you were scared.  Donut: Heh, scared?  *absolute silence*  Donut: DID YOU HEAR THAT?! 

Donut: I'm not doing to well.  Barf Bag: What's wrong?  Donut: I have this headache that comes and goes.  *Gelatin enters the room*  Donut: There it is again.. 

Gelatin: Ow!  Donut: What’s wrong?  Gelatin: I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow.  Donut: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.