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Glove: Well, I think it's alive. Alright, Toothpick, you're good.
Candle: Oh my goodness! Toothpick, are you okay?
Toothpick: Yeah, I'm fine... I'm just tired of being pushed around by everyone.
Cork: You're telling me! Coconut just won't leave me alone! It's like he has some sort of repertoire on when to pick on me.
Coconut: Ah yes, thanks for reminding me, Cork.
Coconut: Let me just check my schedule... Ah, yes I have you scheduled for a beating.
Cork: Eheh... when is that?
Coconut: Right now, dork!
Coconut: Don't forget about your 3:00 Toothpick.
Toothpick: I-I won't.
Coconut: Gucci.
Toothpick: Mommy.
Nabla: Well, upon closer inspction... it would appear that this thing is not from here.
Telescope: Really? What tipped you off, genius?
Nabla: Perhaps it would be best to dissect this being and observe it from the inside.
Nabla: Pitchfork, you're the sharpest thing here. Would you like to help?
Pitchfork: How dare you! I would never commit such an atrocious act! And YOU should be ashamed for assuming I would do so!
Glowstick: You tell 'em, babe.
Ptchfork: Don't call me that.
Nabla: I appreciate that, Album.
Nabla: Well, predictably, that didn't work.
Album: GAH! A SCRATCH?!
Nabla: Oh relax, it's just an abrasion, you can easily buff that out with--
Album: No, you don't understand! I can't get a scratch!
Nabla: Why not?!
Album: YOU WOULDN'T UNDERATND!
Nabla: Um. Alright, then.
Bone: Hey, what's going on over here?
Album: THIS DOESN'T CONCERN YOU BONE!
Sock: Geez, Bone! Nosy, much?
Teabag: Dang it, Bone!
Bouncy ball: How do you sleep at night?!
Glowstick: BEGONE HEATHEN.
Ketchup: So... Which one of you is the evil twin?
Orange Food Dye: Yellow.
Yellow Food Dye: Meh.
Envelope: A h e m .
Ketchup: ...yes?
Envelope: T o w n m e e t i n g a t t h e v i l l a g e s q u a r e .
Ketchup: Okay.
Envelope: F a r e w e l l .
Ketchup: Well that was something.
Orange Food Dye: Since when are we a town?
Yellow Food Dye: iunno, but I like the sound of it.
Yellow Food Dye: But we live in the middle of freakin' nowhere! So how can we be a town?
Ketchup: Don't know, but if everyone else is gonna be there, we should probably go too.
Yellow Food Dye: We'll catch up, Ketchup! I want him so bad.
Orange Food Dye: [walking away] Yeah whatevs, we'll see who gets him first. [looms from the right of the screen] Evil twin.
Yellow Food Dye: My joke was better.
Frisbee: Hey bros, check this out. [jumps up and throws the javelin]
Chalk: Wow Frisbee, you're getting really at such a pointless sport!
Leek: Hailstone...
Hailstone: I'm looking away, Leek.
Leek: You know I can't go with you looking.
Hailstone: I swear I'm looking away. I have no face but I guarantee you, I'm looking away.
Leek: ...there it goes.
Envelope: [pops out of the bush, pushing away Leek] T o w n m e e t i n g . [pops back in the bush]
Creamy: And that's why I think my name should be changed to Frosting. Because Creamy just sounds weird.
Cork: [shows up right next to them] Well I think it's a good name. It's very distinctive.
Creany: GAH!
Pill: Oh my god', Cork'! What' happened' t'o you?!
Cork: The crushing weight of society! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... No but for real, Coconut beat me up.
Creamy: Gosh, what a jerk.
Cork: Also, Envelope's going around screaming at everyone.
Envelope: [runs in the backround] T O O O O W N M E E T I I I I N G
Cork: So we should probably see what that's about.
Flaggy: [ keeps popping up from the crowd] Hey! In the back! What's goin' on?!
Bone: Well... [pulls out a sheet of paper] Even if this restraining order says I can't be within 20 feet of anyone... [puts the restraining order back] I'm just happy to be included.
Nabla: Welcome everyone! Our current investigation to figure out what he heck THIS thing is has garnered quite a crowd it seems. As you can see, our reseaech is... [directs everyone to his blackboard, with no useful information on it] ...very limited. So we're taking any ideas anyone may have.
Hanger: What about a trigger noise?
Nabla: Perhaps... But it would have to be something very high frequency, something that--
Nabla: Alright that's enough.
Lyre: Perhaps, a soothing melody is in order?
Nabla: I don't know...
Telescope: LET THE WOMAN PLAY
Lyre: Alright, triangle creature...
Lyre: Prepared to have your mind blown by the captivating sounds of...
Lyre: Classical Antiquity. [begins to play a calm tune on herself]
Mitten: Wow...
Safe: So beautiful.
Apricot: I think I'm in love...
Nabla: I've... I've never seen someone play the Lyre so gracefully.
Hanger: Look at how she strums each string with such finesse...
Telescope: Yeah... If only the animator was skilled enough to actually show that...
Lyre: [accidentally breaks a string on herself] Oh, bother...
Nine: Let's try licking it.
Frisbee: Let's not and say we did.
Nine: O contraire, Antimatter. [approaches the triangle and licks it]
Nine: Tastes like chicken.
Nabla: (lying on the ground) OH GOD THIS IS GOING SO HORRIBLY.
Telascope: What can you do?
Nabla: Theoretically.
Lyre: I don't think you're speaking English anymore, darling.
Nine: You guys wanna see my second tongue?
Sock: NO, GOD PLEASE NO!
Chocolate Chip: Can we go home now?
Nabla: What is happening?!
Telescope: I don't know...
Telescope: BUT I THINK WE SHOULD GET BACK!
Envelope: T O W N E V A C U A T I O N
Chip bag, Pear and Candle: No.
Bone: Aw...
Filmy: Someone should go talk to it.
Leek: Yeah, someone should.
Leek: Yeah, sure alright. Don't consider Leek's feelings. It's cool.
Leek: Um... greetings?
Leek: What.
Leek: AH!
Leek: I HOPE THEY HAVE BATHROOMS IN HEAVEN!!
Hailstone: [screams] THAT THING JUST ATE MY BEST FRIEND!
Brick: It's pure evil!
Hanger: We must kill it!
Hailstone: CHARGE!
Hailstone: HE HAD BLADDER ISSUEEEEES!!!
Filmy: Oh my god... You killed them...
Filmy: YOU KILLED THEM ALL! YOU MANIAC!
I remember the warm sunny days... Me and brick would sit in a field of posies and reminensce of days gone by... The wistful look on his face was enoughj to tell me he enjoyed every sec--
Nacho: Filmy this is serious, some people just died.
Filmy: Sheesh, have a little less amotion, why don't you?
Bacon: Can we gat back on the subject of our dead friends?!
Domino: How could zou do such a thing, Green Triangle Man?!
Pitchfork: LET'S START A RIOT!
fIREBALL: Well?
Hailstone: Leek! You're okay!
Leek: I have seen death and I wish to never see it again.
All: DEMIGOD?
Brain: (in flashback) Got any 3's?
Bouncy Ball: (in flashback) We're playing Poker.
Bouncy Ball: Woah!
Nine: Anti, you're back!
Nabla: Well, I think we've officially determined that this creature is not hostile.
Telescope: Yeah, just an idiot.
Apricot: Fireball, no.
Fireball: C'mon, just once! I wanna see what his blood looks like.
