Crusher: *drives into the room* Croissants: dropped
Blaze: *drives in from kitchen* Road: works ahead
Pickle: *follows after him* BBQ sauce: on my titties
Stripes: *drives out of the bathroom* Shavacado: fre
Darington: *bursts in the room* Miss Keisha: fuckin dead!
Speedrick:
Speedrick: ...I didn't understand a single word of that, and I hate every single one of you
Crusher: And does it look like we care?
