Second: Where are your parents?
Purple: What are parents?
Second: That's just about the saddest thing I've ever heard.
Pink, very tired: Can I sleep in your bed?
Purple: *half asleep* Pink, this is a queen-sized bed. That means it's for *gestures vaguely to themself* the Queen.
Green, shooing Purple away: Can you go be depressed over there? You're bumming out my whole area.
Red: So, are you two dating now?
Blue & Yellow: Yes.
Red: Why?
Blue: I happen to find Yellow very appealing.
Red: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Yellow.
Green: Some people are like slinkies.
Red: What?
Green: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.
Red:
Red: Please don't push Purple down the stairs.
Green, pushing Purple down the stairs: Too late.
*Something crashes*
Second: Shoot-
D.J: *running into the room in a panic* WHAT FELL?!
Alan: *walking by the room calmly* What died?
D.J: How did you even get in here?
Second: Alan's window! Or, as I like to call it, "Second's door"!
Alan: I'm closing the window.
Second: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees?
Alan: Bees?
Second: THEY HAVE SELECTED THE BEES!
Alan: Wait-
*D.J approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly*