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Nina EverBlade: Fish Fingers and Custard. It's an allusion to the episode of Doctor Who titled "The Eleventh Hour".

So Dipper, Mabel, Bill and Ford (just in case) all went to the only clothing store in Gravity Falls, the one oh-so-creatively titled "Gravity Falls Clothes".

Clothing. Why did human beings feel the need to wear clothing? Not that Bill didn't like clothing. Bill loved clothing, Fancy clothing specifically. It was just that sometimes it felt pointless, like a broken sword.

"You look like...a dork." Dipper stated as Bill stared into the mirror.

Bill snorted. "Says the dork."

"No, seriously. You could have done better letting Mabel pick something out for you."

"I thought you said that letting Shooting Star pick something out for me would be the worst thing I could possibly do ever."

"That was before I knew how bad you are at picking out clothes."

Bill was dressed how he liked: Snazzy, wearing a yellow vest, white button-down shirt, bow tie, and a pair of black dress pants. He'd eventually decided that his bright red high-tops were suitable shoes, but not before taking intrest in a pair of emerald green high-heeled boots.

Mabel walked over.

"Hey guys! How's it going?" She asked.

"Bill looks like a dork." Dipper told her.

"I do not! I look awesome!" Bill snapped.

"Yeah you do!" Mabel shouted.

"Look like a dork, or look awesome?"

"Both."

"So I look like an awesome dork?"

"Yeah. Pretty much."

"Am I an awesome dork?"

Mabel stopped and thought a moment.

"Yes."

-L-I-N-E! THAT IS HOW YOU SPELL LINE! A-S-T-E-R-I-S-K! THAT IS HOW YOU SPELL ASTERISK! THE AUTHOR IS ALL OUT OF JOKES!

"You look like a dork."

"An awesome dork."

Ford raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? I've yet to hear of an awesome dork."

"Then you obviously haven't been talking to the right people. Listen Sixer-,"

"No."

Bill paused.

"What?"

"I refuse."

"What?!"

"I don't have to listen to anyone I don't want to listen to. So I have chosen not to listen to you."

"That is, while probably wise, also uncannily childish."

Ford did not respond.

"He's giving me the silent treatment. Shooting Star, are you seeing this? He's giving me the silent treatment."

Mabel frowned. "Great Uncle Ford! Stop it! Bill has been acting...decent...all day! He was just looking for your opinion on the clothes he picked out!"

"And I gave him my opinion. He looks like a dork."

"Well, you look like a nerd. So there."

"I am a nerd, Mabel. Or so you tell me. Bill is less dork and more completely insane. It's misleading."

"Ooh! I like being misleading!" Bill squealed happily.

"I repeat. Completely insane."

"Ya know, Sixer-,"

"Don't call me that."

Bill ignored him.

"I told you we'd meet again, and it is, in fact, a sunny day! I was right! Just like usual!"

Ford shook his head.

"If you could get him in something other than...," he gestured to Bill's clothing. "...that, it'd be lovely. Not Bill, of course, but something tells me that outfit's not cheap."

Mabel sighed.

"Yeah. Sure. Love you, Great Uncle Ford." Mabel skipped back into the clothesracks.

-GUESS WHO HAD A CASE OF WRITER'S BLOCK? THE AUTHOR OF THIS STORY! BINGE-WATCHING ALL OF GRAVITY FALLS FIXED THAT, THOUGH.

Bill sat on the Mystery Shack's couch, watched Duck-Tective, and wondered why the heck nobody was questioning the talking duck. As far as Bill had been aware, such things had a tendency to freal human beings out.

He was now dressed in a bright yellow T-shirt, blue jeans, and a plaid sweater vest. He still looked very much like a dork, but a less expensive dork at least.

His sides hurt. It had been easier to ignore earlier, when he'd been having fun with Mabel, but now what had been a dull ache had become a burning. He had to lay on his back, which made it worse. He'd always prefered going to sleep on one side.

Well, at least he was alive. He was certain that in another dimention an alternate version of himself (he could have those now, he was mortal again) had died. It scared him.

Somewhere out there, he was dead.

"Still," he muttered to himself. "Right here, you're alive. That's what matters."

So, I just watched all of Gravity Falafels again, read my fanfiction over, and realized "CURSES! THIS DIALOGUE IS LIKE IF I TOOK THE CHARACTERS AND SET THEM IN MY WORLD!" And then I thought "Oh, right."

But I'm trying to get the things the characters are saying to be...more in character, if that makes any sense at all.

Yours 'til Niagra falls,

LoyalTheorist