Mista: “Is there a word that’s a mix between angry and sad?”

Fugo: “Malcontented, disgruntled, miserable, desolated.”

Narancia: “Smad”

Fugo:

Fugo, grabbing a fork: “Come here.

Someone needs to muzzle this kid. . .

Fugo: “yesterday I accidentally stabbed Narancia in the leg and I couldn’t decide on saying "I’m so fucking sorry” or “are you fucking okay”                

Fugo: “so I panicked and yelled ‘ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY’”          

Fugo: “he’s still crying in the bathroom”            

Mista: “How do you ACCIDENTALLY stab someone?!”

It’s an honest mistake.

Shuichi: “I’m immune to mean and hurtful words because my friends say nice things to me every day and their love protects me.”

Kokichi: “I’m immune to mean and hurtful words because my friends say mean things to me so I’m prepared.”

Junkrat: Yeah, I definitely know the names of our omnipresent teammates!

*looks at smudged writing on hand*

Junkrat: Bastard, Zenman, and Oreos

Monokuma: “Upupupu! That’s right! The one who died was Kokichi Ouma!”

Kiibo: “This is so sad Alexa play Despacito.

*Junkrat is hotwiring a car*

Lucio: Have you done this before?

Junkrat: It was the only way to get home sometimes when I lost all my money playing Texas Hold ‘em. I know it was wrong. I was young. I was stupid.

Junkrat: But what do you really know when you’re seven?

Lucio: Stealing cars at the age of seven?! Why didn’t you take the bus?

Junkrat: Hotwire a bus? I was seven! Just wasn’t up to it!

Junkrat: I’m tired of people always telling me to ‘go to the hospital’ and that I’ve ‘lost a lot of blood’. It’s my severe head injury, not yours. Stay out of it.

Sans: Z is just a sideways N. Papyrus: It's 2am, please stop. Sans: Zo.