Handy: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it.
Petunia: What- how?
Handy: You’d be like “come to bed … Mr. President” and I’d be like, “I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.”
Giggles, looking at a selfie of Cuddles: I hate this photo.
Cuddles: I’m cute as fuck in that photo! I’m smiling kindly.
Giggles: You’re not smiling kindly; you look like you’re up to something.
Cuddles: Up to kindness.
Splendid: It's locked. You got a lock pick?
Flippy: Yeah-
Splendont: *kicks in the door*
Flaky: So uh, for this party and everything, do you, uh...
Flippy, sighing: You don't know how to dress for this, do you?
Flaky, panicked: WHAT IS CLOTHES???
Nutty: Why's it called an oven when you of in the cold food and you of out hot eat the food?
Flippy: ...What???
Lifty: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this!
Suga: Apparently, we're not.
Nutty: *is visibly upset*
Sniffles: Nutty, what happened? I haven't seen you like this since you found out candyland wasn't an actual country.
Toothy, at Giggles: Would you like to stay for dinner?
Cuddles, from the kitchen: Would you like to stay forever!?!
Splendid: *cooking*
Flippy: *kicks down door*
Flippy: *grabs knife from Splendid's hand*
Flippy: WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT SELF-DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR?
Splendid:
Splendid: What?
Flaky: He’s trying to tell you he wants to cook.
Giggles: If looking good was a crime, you’d be a law abiding citizen.
