Furno: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?
Breez: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-
Surge: Smad.

*****

Bulk: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.
Stormer: Bulk, no.
Stringer: Mistlefoe.
Stormer: Stop encouraging him!

****

Furno: Hey, Nex? Can I get some dating advice?
Nex: Just because I’m with Evo doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

****

*The squad is having dinner together*
Surge: Hey Breez, can you pass the salt?
Breez: *Throws Stromer across the table*

Surge: *helping Stormer back up* Breez, what the hell?!
Breez: *shrugs* You wanted the salt, Stormer's salty.

****

Zib: Bulk isn’t answering his phone.
Surge: I’ll call
Zib: Stormer, Stringer and I have all tried six times each, what makes you thi-
Bulk: Hello?

(If you remember my ship chapter, Bulk and Surge have a brother-like relationship)

****

Stringer, Rocka: Hello.
Bulk: Hihiiiiii!
Stormer, Breez: Greetings, Humans.
Evo: Three kinds of people.
Nex: I want pudding.
Evo: Four kinds of people.
Furno, Surge: WHAT’S UP FUCKERS?
Evo: .... Five kinds of people.

****

Stormer: What did you guys get in your yearbook?
Breez: 'Prettiest Smile'
Furno: 'Nicest Personality'
Bulk: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'
Surge: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

Stormer: *looking at Bulk and Surge* I.....didn't expect that from you two...

****

Surge: *Screams*
Furno: *Screams louder to assert dominance*
Bulk: Should we do something?!
Rocka, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

****

Stormer: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much.
Breez: Oh, you’ve been?
Stormer: Once. In Monopoly.

****

Evo: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE
Nex: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially
Evo, desperately, as Nex bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE
Nex: Oh! B positive.
Evo: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE
Nex: ....

(Evo's kinda dumb when he's panicking ngl)

****

Surge, tired and annoyed: You think I really give a fuck? I can’t even read.

****

Furno: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness.
Nex: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex’s house down. You can do it. I believe in you.
Stringer: There were so many mixed messages in that I can’t-

****

Evo: Nothing in life is free.
Breez: Love is free!
Bulk: Adventure is free.
Rocka: Knowledge is free.
Furno: Everything is free if you take it without paying.

Evo: Furno, no!

****

'Can I copy the homework?'

Breez: I can help you with it!
Surge: Yeah, sure.
Nex: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.
Stormer: lol nope.
Furno: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!
Rocka: *Read 5:55pm*

****

Furno: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.
Surge: Okay, but what is updog?
Bulk: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.
Nex: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.
Rocka: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.
Evo: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.
Furno: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.
Nex: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.
Bulk: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.
Surge: What’s a henway??
Furno: Oh, about five pounds.

The rest: .... I'm not even going to ask...

****

Stormer: Tonight, one of you will betray us.
Bulk: Is it me, Stormer?
Stormer: No, it’s not you.
Evo: Is it me, Stormer?
Stormer: It’s not you either.
Furno: Is it me, Stormer?
Stormer:
Stormer, mockingly: Is IT mE StOrMeR?

****

Furno: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine!
Surge: How can you still say that?

Furno: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

****

Quadle: I'm incredibly fast at math.
Zib, not looking up: Alright, what's 30x17?
Quadle: 47
Zib, looks up: ... That's not even close.
Quadle: But it was fast

Zib: *face palms*

***

Stormer: Furno...
Furno: Oh no, 'Furno' in b-flat.
Furno: You're disappointed

***

Surge, annoyed: Fool me once, I’m gonna kill you

***

Furno: You’ll have a hard time believing this because it never happens, but I made a mistake.

Stormer: Tell me one thing I don't know...

***

Sirenala: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume?
Me: *chugs entire bottle*
Me: *coughs* It’s perfume.

Creator: ...... Bathroom's upstairs first door on the left down the corridor...

(Lol, hope you don't mind me adding you)

***

Stormer: *Gets down on one knee*
Breez: Oh my god, it’s happening.
Stormer: *Falls over*
Breez: The poison is kicking in.... SOMEONE GET THE CREATOR!!!

***

Stringer: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life
Stormer: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?
Stringer: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.
Bulk: edible

(ahem, totally not dirty-minded me over here)

***

Furno: Welcome, fellow idiots
Surge, tired af: Hello, Furno
Furno: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot
Surge: You underestimate me

Furno: You underestimate yourself.

***

Rocka: What do you think Furno will do for a distraction?
Stormer: He’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.
Furno: *Building explodes and several car alarms go off*
Rocka: ... or he could do that.

***

Sirenala, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.
Surge: Hey.
Creator: Hi.
Furno: Hello.
Rocka: Hey!
Nex: Sup.
S

irenala: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!
Me: We were out of Doritos.