You haven't seen Juniper in a while, and none of you seem to care. Ehhh, I'm not suprised. I haven't really given you any reason to like her. Yet. Bill has some sibling affection for her though, so here we go.

Bill Cipher had finally managed to sneak into the basement. He stood next to Juniper, who, as one would expect, was still locked inside of her cage.

"Hey, sis."

"Don't call me sis."

"Okay. Why'd you lie to them? I mean, really. You never lie! You're good!"

"And you're evil?"

"I-,"

"There isn't any good or evil, Bill. It's all just a gray area."

"But-,"

"I never lied. You were a puppet. A puppet of the Interdimesional Court. Something I'm a part of. I didn't lie. I simply didn't tell the whole truth. Tell me, is that bad?"

"I...I don't know! Juni-,"

"Gray. I didn't do anything wrong. But what I did wasn't good, either."

Bill paused his fidling with Ford's machinery for a moment to consider this, but said nothing.

"Which one of these gets you out of there?"

"I'm not certain. I was hoping you would know. You've worked with the Hand before, haven't you?"

"Yes, but all this is new."

"He's Aramarnin, isn't he?"

"Did you really just swear?"

"Yes. I miss our home dimension."

"So do I."

"You're the one who sat and watched as it burned."

Bill inhaled sharply, the way one would if they were about to object. Instead of doing so, however, he only laughed.

"I did, didn't I?"

And there was no more talk between them before Bill had to scurry away, his heels echoing aas they hit the metal floor.

-HEELS? WHAT HEELS? BILL DIDN'T GET THE HEELS! LINE! THE STORY IS CONTRADICTING ITSELF!

Yellow and green do not go particularly well together. Nonetheless, those were the colors Bill liked. Yellow and green were the colors of the heels Bill had shoplifted.

Yellow and green are the color of pickles in the sunshine.

Most people in Gravity Falls loved this summer day for the sunshine.

Bill would have loved that day if it were raining cats and dogs.

Bill loved it for the pickles.

Bill's affection for pickles bordered on mental-hospital levels of passion.

Bill would have married a pickle.

If Mabel hadn't stopped him, Bill would have eaten an entire jar of pickles.

Dipper continued to discreetly sneak Bill pickles, hoping that his stomach would explode.

Bill ate the pickles.

"Dipper, have you been sneaking Bill more pickles? He still smells like them."

"Nooooo...I would never, ever, ever sneak Bill extra pickles! Where would you get that idea!? Ha ha...ha...,"

Mabel did not look convinced. At all. She turned to Bill, who was sitting on the couch drawing.

"Bill!"

Bill, who had noticed the beginning of this conversation and had been trying to avoid being a part of it, looked up.

"Yeeeeeesssss?"

"Has Dipper been sneaking you pickles?" Mabel pointed a finger at Dipper just to make sure Bill knew exactly who she was talking about.

"Noooooooo."

Then Bill lay on the ground and used his hands to pull himself out of the room.

"You two are in such big trouble!" She shouted after him.

"I'm your brother." Dipper said. "You-,"

"I am the woman in this house! You cannot defy me! Go to your room!" Mabel told him, in a completly serious way.

"Um, no."

"Darn it."