Second: It's Locked. You Got A Lock Pick?

Red: Yellow, I want a bedtime story!

Yellow: I’m busy, Red. I’ll tell you one tomorrow.

Red: If you don’t tell me a story, I won’t go to bed!

Yellow: Once upon a time, there was a person named Red, who always wanted things their way. One day, their friends got sick of it and locked them in the basement for the rest of their life. Everyone else lived happily ever after. The end.

Red: I don’t like these stories with morals.

Dark: And then they ran into my knife. 10 times.

Chosen: You mean you stabbed them?

Dark: They ran into my knife.

Primal: I lost Ballista.

Agent: How did you LOSE Ballista?!

Primal: To be fair, they are very small.

Yellow: My expectations are low, but they can always go lower.

Red: Give me everything you’ve got!

Purple: All your friends secretly hate you.

Red: Wait, what?

Purple: I’ve got anxiety.

Yellow: I just learned a way to get stuff on the cheap. Steal it!

Second: YELLOW NO

Dark, wiping a fake tear from his eye: I taught them so well.

Primal: Life is like Ballista. It's short.

Ballista: Hey!

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

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

Red: I will swear word at you.

Dark: Remember how I said that Second and I were gonna have a calm night out for once?

Chosen: Yeah…

Dark: Well, we’re in jail.

Chosen: *hangs up*