Dark: I Feel Like I Have Died And Gone To Heaven.

Dark: Did you just call me a shrimp asshole? I'm still growing dammit!

Dark: *gets set on fire and screams in agony*

Dark: Nah, I’m just kidding. Fire does nothing to me.

Chosen: You're alive.

Dark: There's no need to sound so disappointed.

Chosen: What do you have?

Dark: A KNIFE!

Chosen: NO!

Yellow: Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices.

Yellow: Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.

Dark: I can’t do this, it’s against my moral compass.

Second: YOUR MORAL COMPASS IS A ROULETTE WHEEL!

Dark: …Your point?

Chosen: Be careful about succumbing to these sorts of destructive... urges. Addiction can be a powerful thing.

Dark: So am I. Bow down before your new supreme overlord, bitches.

Second: All of your existences are confusing.

The Gang: How so?

Second: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to any of you upsets me.

Dark: sSSSHIT- I BURNT MY LIP-

Chosen: ...Why the fuck would you even drink coffee with a METAL STRAW in the FIRST PLACE??

Dark: BECAUSE WE WERE OUT OF THE PLASTIC ONES!

Dark: What doesn't kill me better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.