krad: what are you writing?
spycologist: nothing!
krad: grabs notes I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!
dark: starts giving krad a massage calm down
krad: evil glare what are you doing?
dark: I'm being nice and trying to calm you down. you look stressed.
krad: only because you're still alive!
dark: well stop being so mean!
krad: stares insanely so... how's rika doing?
dark: starts sobbing shut up!
spycologist writes down- tried to kill me
krad: now what are you writing down?
spycologist: nothing! throws the notepad out the window there...
krad: I'm going to kill you! jumps on spycologist, they start wrestling on the floor
dark: you're both babies
spycologist: I'm not being childish! I'm trying to save myself from having a mourner say 'death by spyco gay homicidal angel'
krad: I'm not gay!
dark: then what's with the dress
krad: weren't you crying!
dark: not anymore
krad: why, you're not sad about rika's death. you know, 'death by angel with parasol'.
dark: how could you steal her parasol and kill her with that you evil bastard!
krad: speaking of bastard, what ever happened to your parents
dark: same that happened to yours, never had any. it's better that way because there's no one to blame for your birth or your
homicidal cruelty towards men.
krad: stares
spycologist: stares
krad: cruelty towards men? I have to say that's the most intelligent thing you've ever said dark.
spycologist takes out another notepad, spycologist writes down- is an idi-
krad: lemme see! geeze! how many of those things do you have!
spycologist: gets up, opens trenchcoat to reveal...
krad: woah
dark: holy mother fucker!
krad: stare
spycologist: stare
krad: I guess your intelligent routine faded.
dark: hey!
krad: how's rika doing?
dark: runs out of the room crying
krad and spycologist: stare
spycologist: lovely weather.
krad: yup
spycologist: how bout them Yankees
krad: no, I like the angels
dark: magically pops in the devils are better!
krad: there's a angel-devil game tomorrow. I bet you $500 on the angelsdark: deal
spycologist: oh, the winner's playing the Yankees the day after. $1,000 on the winner beating the Yankees.
krad: sure
dark: yup yup hip hip cheerio, lets go!
krad and spycologist: stare
and they all leave to krad's house so that they can mess it up mainly.