Part 8 (FNaF 4 Tormentors bc yes)

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Mark: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers!

Michael: Please, just say fuck.

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Frederick, to Michael: Wow, left handed AND British? You really are an illusion. 

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Frederick: Change is inedible.

Michael: Don't you mean inevitable?

Frederick, spitting out a bunch of pennies: No, I really didn't.

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Mark: **is wearing silk pants** How does this look?

Michael: Like it slips on and off really easily.

Mark:

Michael: No, I didn't mean it like that-

Stella: We know what you meant.

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Frederick: **cooking**

Mark: **kicks down door**

Mark: **grabs knife from Frederick's hand**

Mark: WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR?

Frederick:

Frederick: What.

Stella: He's trying to tell you he wants to cook.

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Stella: Why did you guys dress up as each other for Halloween?

Frederick: Michael is the scariest thing I could think of!

Michael: Frederick told me I should pick the dumbest costume possible.

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Mark: WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! HE COULD HAVE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS, HE COULD HAVE HAD A FAMILY!!!

Frederick: Mark-

Frederick: It- It was an ant-

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**Michael is casually searching around the room**

Frederick: Hey Michael, what're you looking for?

Michael: My will to live.

**Mark walks into the room**

Michael: Oh, there he is.

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Michael: I warned you.

Michael: I'm perfect.

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Michael: I wanna sleep for 40 hours.

Stella: You know that's called a coma, right?

Michael:

Michael: That sounds so refreshing, I could totally go for a light coma right now.

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Frederick: I told Michael that his ears turn red when he lies.

Mark: Do they?

Frederick: No.

Mark: Then why did you tell him that?

Frederick: Because I can do this.

Frederick: Hey Michael! Do you love us?

Michael, with his hands over his ears: No.

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Mark: What do we think of Michael?

**pause**

Frederick: **sighs** Nice pal.

Stella: I think he's gay.

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Mark: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?

Michael: Peonies, why?

Mark:

Michael: Were you going to get me flowers?

Mark:

Michael:

Mark: ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

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Mark: Why are you like this??

Michael: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

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Michael: I'm cold.

Mark: Here, take my hoodie.

**meanwhile**

Frederick: I'm cold.

Stella: I can't control the weather, Frederick.

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Mark: Two bros!

Mark: Chillin' in a hot tub!

Mark: Zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK!

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Stella: I have a problem.

Frederick: If it's harder than 2+2, I can't help.

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Mark: I'm sad.

Michael: Don't be sad, because sad backwards is das.

Michael: And das not good.

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Mark, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.

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Frederick: Why's it called an oven when you of in the cold food and you of out hot eat the food?

Michael: ... What???

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Stella: Are you a masochist or a sadist?

Mark, deadpan: I'm a Taurus.

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Stella: Why do you act like we're three year olds?

Mark, exasperated: WHY?!?

Mark points at Michael: YOU TRIED TO HIJACK A CAR!

Mark points at Frederick: YOU NEARLY JUMPED 20 FEET OFF A CAR PARK!

Mark points at Stella: AND YOU ATE MULTIPLE DRIED LEAVES AND ROCKS OFF THE GROUND!

Mark: AND YOU ASK ME WHY????

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Michael: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.

Mark: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.

Stella: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.

Frederick: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.

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heheh seeya

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