Qibli: . . .

Winter: No, don't do it.

Qibli: Sometimes you need to chill Winter! Get it? Chill?

*Intense laughing*

Winter: Nope, no, no. I can't deal with this sh*t today. Get out of my room Qibli.

Qibli: But- but you're my roommate. This is my room! Where am I supposed to go?

Winter: I don't know! Just get out of here, or I'm going to smash that coconut over there, and stuff it down your throat.

Kinkajou: Copyright police!

Winter: Nope. You go too.

*Winter hears sniffling. He turned around to see it was Qibli.*

Qibli: I'm sorry. You just reminded me of my mom and siblings.

*Winter's eyes widened*

Winter: Wait . . . you also have terrible parents, and sisters . . . ?

Qibli: Yes . . . ?

Winter: Qibli, you're my best buddy ever. Would you like to bond over what terrible parents we have, and plot a murder case against our siblings so we can get into jail too?

Qibli: . . .