Dipper was just standing around in the Mystery Shack, minding his own business, when-
"HELLO!" Mabel popped up behind him. "Whacha' thinking about, bro-bro? Pacifica?"
Dipper cringed. Every other day, it seemed like Mabel was shipping him with the rich Northwest girl.
"You love Pacifica! You love Pacifica! Love love love love love!" Mabel cheered as she danced around. "You're going to get married and be together forever!"
And he'd about had enough of it.
"When's your wedding? What are you going to name the baby? Where are you-?"
"MABEL!" Dipper yelled, causing his sister to jump. He placed his hand on his hip and glared at her.
"Mabel," he said, "have you ever considered the possibility that your constant matchmaking may actually be an attempt to bury some deep-rooted insecurity you have over ever finding a boyfriend? That you fear you will be alone forever, so you strive to ensure that everyone around you won't be?"
And with that, he walked off, leaving a stunned Mabel staring into space.
THE END