Second: Oh, Fiddlesticks! That Really Ruffles My Feathers!

Second: I keep a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and stare at the picture.

The Gang: Awwww-

Second: And I tell myself "If I can deal with these idiots, then I can deal with anything."

The Gang: Oh.

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: Quick! You must come with me! You're in great danger!

Second: Why?!

Dark: Because I’ll kill you if you don’t.

Dark: *kills Second*

Second: No thanks.

Second: I'm god.

Dark: I’m a reverse necromancer.

Second: Isn’t that just killing people?

Dark: Ah, technically.

Ballista: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?

Agent: *crouches down*

Hazard: *sits on the floor*

Primal: *lays on the ground*

Ballista:

Ballista: I hate all of you.

Red: What time is it?

Green: I dunno, pass me the clarinet

Red: *hands Green the clarinet*

Green: *starts playing obnoxiously*

Yellow: WHY ARE YOU PLAYING THE CLARINET AT 3AM?

Green: It's 3am

Dark: Why won’t you all just lie down and die with dignity?!

Red: We don’t do anything with dignity!

Yellow: How are we supposed to put a tracker the size of a penny on Red without them noticing?

Green: Hey, Red, I bet you 5 bucks that you can't swallow this penny.

Red: *takes and swallows tracker* Pay up, loser.

Yellow: ...

Second: Are you this rude to everyone?!

Dark: Yup.

Dark: Don't think you're special.