Phone Guy: You've come a long way in this company. Are you ready to complete your training and become the Head of Security?
Mike: Yes sir!
Freddy: *walks in*
Mike: Oh no! A bear on fire giving me drugs! 1: Stop, drop, and roll! 2: Say no to drugs! 3: Play dead!
Phone Guy: Well done! I hereby award you with the Head of Security badge!
Mike: But, sir... this is your badge.
Phone Guy: I know. I revoked it when I lit a bear on fire and gave it drugs.
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Mike: You know, William might be evil but you're just a dick.
Freddy: Why, because I wish for you to perish in the most painful way imaginable?
Mike: YES!
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Nightmare Bonnie: What the hell?!
Nightmare Foxy: What?! Only roosters are allowed to start their day off with screaming?!
Nightmare Bonnie: YES!
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Baby: Who buys an umbrella?? You can get them for free in the coffee shop, in those metal cans.
Michael: Those belong to people.
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Withered Bonnie: I'm 80% exhaustion, 10% sarcasm, and 20% don't care.
Withered Chica: That's 110%.
Withered Bonnie: 20% of me doesn't care.
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Toy Bonnie: You deserve an award for putting up with me.
Withered Bonnie: Hell yeah I do, you're a real bitch sometimes.
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Mike: Y'know, Freddy, you don't have to be a dick to me 24/7.
Freddy: Well where's the fun in that, Mr. Schmidt?
Mike:....
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Bonnie: Already regretting getting you that blender.
Golden: *blending pizza and oil* Why?
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Springtrap: Henry, please, just try to understand-
Henry: Understand the palm of my hand, bitch! *slaps him*
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Lefty: IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO??
Rockstar Freddy: *choking back tears* Uh, yeah, I'm actually trying really hard here man.
Lefty: Oh..
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Golden: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?
Bonnie: Rude.
Foxy: That's fair.
Freddy: Not again!
Chica: Are you going to want this back, or can I keep it?
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Freddy: Listen, I really need you to relax.
Bonnie: *banging on the table* HOW CAN SOMETHING BE BIRTHDAY CAKE FLAVOURED IF A BIRTHDAY CAKE CAN HAVE ANY FLAVOUR??
