Christopher: Matthew, what’s a metaphor?
Matthew: “My life is a train wreck”
Christopher: I know, but what’s a metaphor?
Belial: Hey! Wake up!
Matthew, sleepily: Huh?
Belial: I just murdered your whole entire family!
Matthew: But I live alone-
Belial: Huh- then who are those people in your house?
Matthew: There are people in mY HOUSE??
Belial: Well, not anymore, dumb bitch, you could’ve died, you’re welcome
James: *aggressively banging his stele against the desk*
Cordelia: Don’t be mean to the poor thing! How would you like it if I banged you against the desk?
James:
Cordelia:
James: I don’t know the right answer to that question.
The Merry Thieves: [searching the beach]
James: Sorry guys, looks like there’s no sand dollars left
Christopher: Can’t the ocean just make more of them?
Matthew: And cause inflation? Destroy the sand economy? By the angel, Christopher, use your head.
Matthew: *looks over at James* Poke
James: *without looking up from his book* Poke
Matthew: Poke *pokes James on his cheek*
James: Poke *pokes Matthew on the arm*
Matthew: Poke!
James: Poke!
Matthew: POKE
James: POKE
*a poke war ensues that somehow ends up on the floor with Christopher on top thinking it was a hug party*
Thomas:
Thomas: WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING RIGHT NOW???