Mike:
BONNIE! GIVE IT BACK ASSHOLE!
Foxy:
What did he take? Damn
Mike:
MY FUCKING LEFT SHOE!
Freddy:
LMAO, I'm gonna steal the right one then.
Mike:
NO! I'M NOT WEARING SOCKS and this floor hasn't been cleaned since 1842!
Golden Freddy:
LMAO, I would believe that. There's a shit stain backstage... it's been there forever.
Chica:
... who shit backstage?
Mike:
It sure as hell wasn't me.
Bonnie:
SHIT! I CAN'T GET IT OUT!
Foxy:
What did you do?
Bonnie:
I hid the shoe inside of me... but now, it's stuck.
Mike:
I will rip your ass apart just to get my shoe back.
Chica:
This all just sounds weird.
Freddy:
Speaking of weird... we need to find the backstage shitter.
Golden Freddy:
We are not doing another investigation about shit.
Mike:
I got my shoe... and broke Bonnie:
Foxy:
LMAO, you tore him apart all for a shoe.
Chica:
We're ignoring the fact that Mike came in here hopping on one foot, then rested his leg on a chair until he got the shoe.
Mike:
I'M NOT TOUCHING THESE FLOORS! I DON'T WANT DISEASES!
Freddy:
SHIT! NEITHER DO I!
Foxy:
What fucking disease are you gonna get Freddy? Robopox?
Freddy:
I've had viruses before!
Golden Freddy:
THAT'S NOT THE SAME AS A HUMAN DISEASE OR VIRUS! You used to be human... you should know that!
Freddy:
I forgot a lot about the human world...
Mike:
Bullshit! We have conversations all the time about normal human stuff.
Bonnie:
WE CAN GET DISEASES?
Foxy:
OK, so you fixed what you broke on Bonnie... why not fix his stupidity?
Chica:
You can't fix what's not part of the robot. He was always dumb as fuck.
Golden Freddy:
Yeah... He was that one student who ate wood chips on the playground because... he thought they were actual chips.
Bonnie:
Wood CHIPS! It has the word chips in it, so it must be chips!
Mike:
ARE YOU IGNORING THE WORD WOOD?
Bonnie:
I THOUGHT IT WAS A NEW BRAND!
Foxy:
Yes, Wood the brand. They also brought us Wood Popcorn, Wood Nuggets and they even did a cross-over with Cheetos and brought us Cheetos Wood, Extra Splintery!
Bonnie:
STOP MAKING FUN OF ME!
Golden Freddy:
LMAO, extra splintery!
Freddy:
I always hated Cheetos.
Mike:
THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?
Foxy:
It's OK... I hated macaroni and cheese. I was fucking bullied for it.
Golden Freddy:
I thought spaghetti was bad.
Mike:
I agree... Alfredo for the win!
Chica:
I hated chocolate... I was a vanilla fan.
Mike:
Were any of you milk drinkers?
Golden Freddy:
Hell no! Milk is gross.
Bonnie:
I LOVE MILK!
Freddy:
Same but I was lack toast and tolerant.
Chica:
YOU WERE WHAT? 💀
Freddy:
You know, couldn't have milk and stuff because it made me shit my guts out.
Foxy:
LACTOSE INTOLERANT!
Golden Freddy:
People who can't have milk definitely lack toast and they are very tolerant... LMAO
Freddy:
I'VE BEEN SAYING IT WRONG THIS WHOLE TIME?
Bonnie:
I thought it was lack toes and taller ant... I was always so confused.
Mike:
Bonnie isn't the only stupid one now...
Freddy:
I AM NOT ON HIS LEVEL OF STUPID!
Mike:
YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD GET A DISEASE AND YOU THOUGHT IT WAS CALLED LACK TOAST AND TOLERANT!
Chica:
You and Bonnie are on the same level of dumb.
Freddy:
SAYS THE ONE WHO USED TO THINK IT WAS VALENTIMES DAY!
Chica:
... I figured that out way before I fucking died. It was a simple mistake and I fixed it quickly...
Mike:
That's more understandable. I thought the same thing until I was about four.
Bonnie:
It's not Valentimes?
Foxy:
Bonnie, just shut up. It'll be better for you and everyone else.
Golden Freddy:
Honestly.
Bonnie:
Fuck all of you.
Chica:
Freddy, stop crying.
Freddy:
I'M SMART!
Mike:
... no.
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