Crusher: *gets a text* Oh! It's Pickle!
Darington, excitedly: Did he get me the stuff?
Crusher: Yeah, he says that they got you the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood
Darington: Wow!
Stripes: *eyes widen* Where'd he find 12 gallons of fake blood?
Crusher: Wait, you wanted fake blood?
Darington: Uh, yeah
Crusher: ...
Stripes: ...
Darington: ...
Crusher: I.. I'll go call Pickle
