Blue: If I Fall…

Second: Why are you late?

Yellow: A technical error occurred, causing an unexpectedly long bout of unconsciousness.

Second: Overslept?

Yellow: Overslept.

Chosen: Damn, the power went out.

Second: Don’t worry, I got this.

Second: *stomps foot*

Chosen: What-?

Second: *Sketchers light up*

Dark: Goodnight to the love of my life, Chosen, and fuck the rest of y'all.

*out grocery shopping*

Red: *takes a free sample twice*

Red: Robbery and Fraud. I am a Rebel.

Chosen: So I’m the only one around here who can clean up, huh? You can't even lift a finger?

Dark: Do I get to pick the finger?

Kidnapper: I have one of your friends.

Second: Which one? I have seven.

Kidnapper: The loud, annoying, rowdy one who never shuts up.

Second: Which one? I have seven.

Red, distantly: HEY!!!

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.

Purple: We’ll find another route, it’s not safe for amateur adventurers.

Red: That sounds like a challenge.

Purple: I have to stress, that is not a challenge.

Red: ...Is exactly what you say to dissuade the weak of heart from accepting the challenge. Well, challenge accepted!

Purple: There is no challenge!

Primal: I lost Ballista.

Agent: How did you LOSE Ballista?!

Primal: To be fair, they are very small.

Purple: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.