Pos: I think Art has an Iron deficiency
Sprin, half-asleep: I think he has stinky poopie syndrome.
Art: *starts Violently sobbing*
Stripes: I'm as straight as the blade i studied while you were practising premarital handholding
Chara, pulling out a sickle: this blade?
Neg, to Pos: I hate you more than words can describe.
Neg, three hours later, laying down next to Pos in a bed: Night, star
Pos: g'night
Knife, to Scar: if we were dating... well, let's just say.. "horses" wouldn't be called horses anymore
Scar: What the fuck does this mean?
Scar, starting to shake a non-chalant Knife: I'm fucking losing it, what the fuck are you talking about
Maro: hey Dave, you big fucker
Chara: What
Maro: it's the big slime
Chara: Who
Maro: you know
Chara: NO THE FUCK I DON'T
Maro: I'm like Jeffery Dahmer instead of killing people i kill pussy, and instead of eating the insides i eat pussy
Chara: Please let me back into my universe.
Stripes: aha, so are we watching the Snyder Cut tonight?
X: how the fuck did you get in?
kill yourself please
Knife, showing Neg a photo of a dog: check out this dog.
Neg: wow, fuck that dog
Scythe: what the fuck
Stab: what's the matter with you?
Lag: fuck your entire life