Commodore: If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venomous.
Cannoneer: What if it bites me and it dies!?
Angler: Then you're poisonous. Jesus Christ, Cannoneer, learn to listen.
Boatswain: What if it bites itself and I die?
Miss Abyss: That's voodoo.
Apollo: What if it bites me and someone else dies?
Cannoneer: That's correlation, not causation.
Boatswain: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?
Miss Abyss: That's kinky.
Commodore: Oh my God.
Commodore, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.
Cannoneer: Hey.
Angler: Hi.
Boatswain: Hello.
Miss Abyss: Hey!
Commodore: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!
Apollo: We were out of Doritos.
*Squad reactions to being told 'I love you'*
Commodore: Thanks fam!
Apollo: oh no
Angler: *cries* I love you too
Boatswain: Sounds fake but okay
Miss Abyss: *A flustered mess*
Cannoneer: can i get a refund
Commodore: I CAN'T DO IT!
Cannoneer, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!
Commodore: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE
Angler: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.
Commodore:
Commodore: I appreciate it,
Commodore: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-
Boatswain: Commodore-
Commodore: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!
Miss Abyss: Commodore we gotta-
Commodore: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.
Commodore: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'
Commodore, motioning to Apollo: NOT F***ING THIS