Richie: found a gun ga!
Stan: that's a baby with a gun, BABY WITH A GUN-
Stan: I'm calling the police.. they hung up-
Stan: it's a baby with a gun! I'm comfort eating.. that's just sugar
Bev: aww it's a baby with a gun
Stan: BABY WITH A GUN {flips chair}Stan: who sent you- was it Mike I will buy him a new turtle-
Stan: does my life insurance cover babies with guns- oh it does
Stan: alright get out! How bout we trade I'll take this and you take this takes gun and {gives him a lollipop} there isn't that better-
Richie, has another gun:
Stan: oh... IM REALLY STUPID-
Stan, loads gun: no huh I'm aan with a gun what are you your just a baby your nothing, I'm sorry that was mean you don't deserve that your young here just take this gives him the gun
Stan: oh,now it's a baby with 2 guns wheres the baby there's the baby WHY WON'T YOU LEAVE -
Stan, genuinely scared: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE-
Stan: I'm hiding in the fridge now-
Stan: y'know I kinda want him to shoot me so whens God like oh hey Stan how did you die idk maybe I was shit by a BABY WITH A GUN-
Richie: laughs
Stan: don't laugh at me your a sick baby with a gun-
Stan: yeah it's not that easy to hit a moving target-
Stan, got shot:.. you have to leave-
