(In the trivia crack universe...)
Tina: Albert, what are you doing?
Albert: Oh nothing, just creating a machine that can swap minds.
Tina: What-
Albert: No time to explain, you're my guinea pig, and so is.... Uh who wants to volunteer?
Bonzo: ME!
Albert: Good! Then I shall begin the process.
(Switches the lever, causing Tina and Bonzo to get shocked)
Albert: Wait a moment... (Sees the machine smoking) This isn't supposed to be happening! (There's a huge explosion, which somehow transfers all the way to the loomian legacy universe, speaking of which...)
Eaglit: Weevolt! Did you eat my crackers again?
Weevolt: Your old man crackers? Hell no, The last time I did, my stomach had to be pumped.
Eaglit: Then who was it?
Vambat: Um, it was YOU who ate them, I guess Weevolt was right, these crackers are for old men so they're altering your brain structure to one of an old man's.
Eaglit: DAMN YOU! Back in my day- Oh.
Weevolt: (sniff) Hm, I smell weed.
Fevine: Do you always think about drugs?
Weevolt: No really, smell the air.
Fevine: (sniff) It's true! Weevolt, you're so smart! You deserve an oscar.
Weevolt: Uh... Thanks? Also, I hate this smell, I don't feel like doing drugs anymore.
Snocub: WHAT??? But you love drugs! Maybe there's some kind of chemical in the air that's affecting our ways of acting, Dripple, will you help me out?
Dripple: Sure, I don't understand anything about this but I can help.
Eaglit: Stop speaking all that fucking nerd stuff, bye imma go smoke.
Snocub: It's definitely the air, I have to investigate this. (Writes on notebook)
Embit: Hey Eaglit, let me come too!
Eaglit: Sure.
Vambat: B-b-but smoking is wroooong!
Eaglit: Vambat, we. Don't. Care.
Embit: Yeah Vambat go cut yourself, HEHEHEHE.
Vambat: How about I just cut you? (Pulls out pocket knife)
Embit: I TAKE IT BACK I TAKE IT BACK-
Eaglit: C'mon Embit, let's go.
(At Cheshma town..)
Embit: Hey if everyone swapped personalities, then how is Ms. Cuntamoth now? Hehe, I bet she's wimpy.
Eaglit: Oh snap, cuntamoth! (Laughs) let's find out.
(They go to the gale forest)
Embit: Hey squidward, where's cynamoth? A.K.A your mom.
Propae: GO TO HELL!
Eaglit: Jeez calm yourself.
Propae: NO, I'M TIRED, STOP CALLING ME SQUIDWARD.
Embit: If you cut off that trunk, we'll consider.
Propae: IT'S A PART OF MY ANATOMY YOU FUCKING MORON-
Eaglit: Okay okay! Just stop yelling and tell us where Cynamoth is.
