Chosen: There Are Three Ways To Handle A Difficult Situation. The Right Way, The Wrong Way, And The Dark

Yellow: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Green: 'Prettiest Smile'

Second: 'Nicest Personality'

Dark: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

Chosen: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

Blue: Yum, thanks!

Kidnapper: *puts more tape over their mouth* I said stop eating it.

Purple: Sorry if I'm bothering you...

Surgeon: How do you keep waking up and saying that?

Purple: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Blue: >:O language

Red: Yeah watch your fucking language

Yellow: Okay, who taught Red the fuck word?!

Green: 'The fuck word'.

Second: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time

Green: Oh my god they censored it

Purple: Say fuck, Second.

Red: Do it, Second. Say fuck.

Dark: Who wants to make fifty bucks?

Second: How?

Dark: I need someone to take the fall.

Second: What did you do?

Dark: I can't tell you. Yes or no, no questions asked.

Chosen, from the other room: Oh my god.

Dark: ...

Chosen: OH MY GOD!

Second: Make it a hundred.

Dark: Deal.

Blue: Last night I found out Yellow is a sleep talker.

Second: Oh, really?

Blue: "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell." Right. In. My. Ear. At 3am.

Yellow: Green, why are you still in here?

Green: I'm contemplating what life really means, you know? I'm wondering whether we really have a purpose.

Yellow: ...

Green: ...

Green: Plus, Red glued me to the chair.

Yellow: Second, wake up!

Second, half asleep: Five more minutes...

Yellow: You've been in a coma for two years!

Second: ...

Second: Okay, two more minutes...

Green: I have feelings for you.

Purple: Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?

*the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups*

Blue, Purple, and Second: *spinning a little and talking*

Green, Red, and Yellow: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*