Barbie: Are you really planning to shoot the demon?
Leah: Don't worry, it's a holy gun.
Barbie: How so?
Leah: It makes holes.
Hyper: I'm very scary.
Chase : You're about as scary as a wet kitten.
Hyper: Wet kittens are cute, at least I've got that going for me.
Chase : And small.
Hyper:
Hyper: ...Yeah, yeah. I guess.
Russo: The 'how the fucks' and 'why are you so dumbs' don't matter. All that matters is that I have a new gun.
Jake: Poke! This soup is flaccid!
Poke: LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN?!
Lclc: Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey!
Nightfoxx: But I'm a vegan.
Lclc: Wakey Wakey Vegetables and Sadness.
Russo, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.
*Denko is fighting a monster*
Minitoon: Just stay calm! You already have everything you need to beat it!
Denko: The power to believe in myself!?
Minitoon: No, a knife! Stab it!
Albert: I know this isn't going to end well and I don't care. So don't you try and stop me, Jake!
Jake: I wasn't stopping you. I was asking if you had a spare camera so I can record this.
*Squad is playing Among Us*
Russo: I believe Kreek is innocent, I was with them the whole time. Nightfoxx, what were you doing?
Nightfoxx: Oh, I was just murdering... I mean, nothing!
Petey: Gatekeep, girlboss, and what's the other one again?
Jessetc: There isn't another one. You're crazy.
Steak: Did you bring Dj?
Lana, gesturing to Nightfoxx: No, but I brought the next best thing.
Steak: Nightfoxx? The next best thing would be Petey.
Nightfoxx: I would be offended, but Petey is freakishly strong.
Nick: I will beat all of you in Rock, Paper, Scissors. You go first.
Woozlo: Rock.
Nick: Paper.
Hyper: Shh, here comes Kaden!
Russo: Quick, Sharkblox, start talking about boring nerd stuff!
Sharkblox: You know, nerd culture is mainstream now, so when you use the word "nerd" derogatorily, it means you're the one that's out of the zeitgeist.
Russo: Yes, that's perfect. Just like that.
Sketch: Which is correct, seven and five IS thirteen, or seven and five ARE thirteen?
Sanna: Neither.
Sanna: Because it's twelve.
Jake: I have locked Denis in a cage designed by their own art. Oh, they have been well and truly hoist by their own petard.
Jandel: Could you put it another way? I didn't understand a word of that.
Jake: I'm blackmailing them.
Jandel: Oh, happy days.
Koneko: Sketch, when's your birthday?
Sketch: Why? So you can look up my natal chart? So you can figure out my weaknesses? So you can destroy me?
Koneko: ...So I know when to wish you a happy birthday.
NightFoxx: Hi, who's this? BabyFoxx changed all of my contacts to mythical creatures.
Kreek: What's mine?
NightFoxx: Dwarf.
Kreek: THEY'RE SO MEAN, I'M NOT THAT SHORT!
NightFoxx: Oh, hey Kreek.
Kreek: FUCK!
Leah: Okay, if we can't do it by sheer force, we'll do it my way.
Nyxie: But your way is sheer force!
