*Umber is speaking on the phone*
Umber: Yeah, I'm with Sunny.
Sunny: Im f**king dying-
Umber: Yep, they're okay.
Sunny: I have a knife in my chest!
Umber: No, they can't talk right now. They're sleeping, sorry.
Sunny: IM BLEEDING OUT-
Fatespeaker, with a headache: Advil me up, daddy.
Kingkanju: I will short out the language centre of your brain if you say anything like that ever again.
Luna: Snowfall noticed only today that they can label their email inboxes, but they took apart their entire bloody laptop two weeks ago.
Turtle: This reminds me of the Snowfall who couldn’t turn on the coffee maker, but remembers about 500 digits of pi.
Luna: I’ll be delighted to inform you that this is the very same Snowfall.
Swordtail: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed.
Snowfall:
Snowfall: I'm gonna tell them.
Starflight: Don't you dare.
Luna: I'm gonna eat the chicken breasts!
Swordtail, snickering: Yeah, eat what you lack.
Kingkanju, deadpanning at Swordtail: Then maybe I should order brains on delivery for you.
Sunny: You know what bothers me? Bats. Why can bats fly?
Moon: Not again!
Sunny: No. Seriously, who gave them the right? They're mammals! Mammals walk on land, no exceptions.
Snowfall: Just wait until you hear about whales.
Sunny: What now?
Tsunami: You're smiling. What happened?
Luna: What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it?
Winter: Snowfall tripped and fell down the stairs today.
Starflight: How do I ask someone out?
Umber: Roses are red, violets are blue, guess what, my bed has room for two.
Starflight: No!
Tsunami: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in a car.
Starflight: Stop!
Luna: Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily I can make you scream.
Starflight: I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory.
Moon: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Sunny?
Sunny: Swordtail, easily.
Swordtail, laughing: What the f**k, man.
Sunny: Well, Clay would be too easy. They’d probably be into it.
Clay, now standing in the doorway: What the f**k, man!?
Luna: When I see really attractive people like Peril, I just laugh because I know if we lived in the Aztec culture, they'd be sacrificed for their beauty.
Clay: I mean, that's one way to cope with not being attractive.
Sunny: Works for me.