Second, Pointing Out Dark's Black Clothes: Whose Funeral Is It? Dark, Looking Around The Room: Hmm...

Chosen, answering the phone: Hello?

Dark: It’s Dark.

Chosen: What did they do this time?

Dark: No, it’s me, Dark. It’s actually me.

Chosen: What did you do this time?

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.

Second: I’m so happy two of my favorite people are getting along now!

Yellow: Uh, Chosen and Dark are not getting along.

Second: They’re not trying to kill each other.

Yellow: You may have a point.

Chosen: There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the Dark way.

Second: Isn't that the wrong way?

Chosen: Yes, but it's faster.

Green: I believe in you, Purple!

Purple, to themself: God, I must suck. The nicest thing Green can think to say to me is that they don’t doubt my existence.

Second: So, what is Dark to you?

Chosen: The reason I wake up every morning.

Second: ...That’s adorable.

Dark earlier that morning, barging into Chosen′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

Victim: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Dark: Not if they consent to it.

Chosen: Depends on who your stabbing.

Second: YES??!!?

Dark: You can trust me! Remember who pulled you out of the river when you were younger?

Chosen: Remember who pushed me in?

Red: I wasn't hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal, that's where the blood's supposed to be!

Second: A SPIDEEER!!!!!!

Yellow: KILL IT! SMASH IT!

Green: BURN IT!

Second: STAB IT! WITH A KNIFE! GET ME THE SHOTGUN!

Red: Awww, it’s so cute! Look at it!