Bubbles, Killer, and Dust: (Having a normal conversation); Dust: Hey Bubbles? Why do you have that giant scar on your face? Bubbles: ..I prefer not to tell. Dust: Tell me. Bubbles: No. (THIS REPEATS 15 MORE TIMES); DUST: COME ON, JUST TELL ME! BUBBLES: (BECOMING PISSED) FOR THE LAST TIME. NO. DUST: TELL ME ALREADY! BUBBLES: (GRABS DUST BY THE NECK WITH ONE HAND, GRABS A BOTTLE OF HONEY WITH THE OTHER, AND HOLDS THE HONEY BOTTLE OVER ONE OF DUST'S EYE SOCKETS); DUST: WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? BUBBLES: LISTEN YOU NOSY [BEACH], I GOT THAT DUMB SCAR FROM A BATTLE WITH QUEEN UN-D**K, AND YOU COULDN'T TAKING THE [FUNKING] HINT THAT I WASN'T WILLING TO TELL YOU?! NIGHTMARE: WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE? BUBBLES: (STILL PISSED, BUT SOUNDS EERILY CALM) NOTHING. DUST: (SCARED AS F**K) *WHAT THE HECK IS THIS KID CAPABLE OF?!*