DS!Nightmare: Alright.. let's do this..
DS!Error: Mhm..
DS!Dream: ....
DS!Ink: Is something wrong, boss?
DS!Dream: I smell human garbage.
DS!Nightmare: Inertia is a property of matter-
DS!Dream: ?!.. I knew it.
DS!Cross: Huh- I didn't expect you to know that-
DS!Nightmare: Learned from the best..
DS!Error: Aww, you were listening to my lectures-
DS!Nightmare: Not you! Bill Nye!
DS!Dream: Are you done?
DS!Error: ......
DS!Nightmare: Yes. Anyways. *yeet*
DS!Dream: ?! Is this paint?! I just washed this!
DS!Nightmare: Yeah! Now fight us!
DS!Ink: Dream.. this could be a trick..
DS!Dream: I doubt Nightmare is smart enough for that.
DS!Nightmare: Yeah!... HEY!
DS!Cross: Come on, let's go! Fight us like one of your French girls!
DS!Error: It's draw me-
DS!Nightmare: Stop bringing us down, Error.
DS!Error: . . .
DS!Dream: Hmph... if it's a fight you want.. so be it.
DS!Cross: Yeah! Make sure to make it really long though!
DS!Ink: Why the h-ll should we?
DS!Nightmare: 'CAUSE YOUR —KING MOM!
DS!Error: Ngh.... maybe this ending wouldn't be so bad....