Abe: So, what's it like being best friends with Alf?
Toby: Once, I asked him for some tea while he was mad at me, and he brought me a cup full of hot water and raw leaves and said "wait.”
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Abe: So, what's it like being best friends with Alf?
Toby: Once, I asked him for some tea while he was mad at me, and he brought me a cup full of hot water and raw leaves and said "wait.”
Munch: Can I interest ya in a box of friend? *opens a box to reveal a Fuzzle inside*
Alf: A box of biohazard maybe.
Munch: ‘Th only hazard here is yer attitude.
Alf: I'm just laying out a little sugar to catch my Scrab.
Abe: Bolamites. Sugar catches Bolamites.
Alf: What catches Scrabs?
Munch: Ya gotta wear a Scrab trap.
Toby: No, you need those metal sticks with a grabber at the end.
Abe: I think our Mom uses those to get cereal down from her cupboard.
Munch: Why are there Scrabs in yer Mom’s cereal?
Abe: I’ve got good facts and bad facts and weird facts and fun facts and Elum facts and shaman facts. Which do you want to hear first?
Alf: Elum facts. Definitely Elum facts.
Abe: The Magog Cartel passed a tax bill that simply says “Elums” with a hand-drawn thumbs up at the bottom.
Toby: Weird facts please.
Abe: Four of the last five World Series winners have been Elums.
Munch: Bad facts...?
Abe: Not everyone has an Elum.
Toby: Dying sucks butt! How do you guys cope with mortality?
Abe: Violent outbursts.
Alf: General sluttiness.
Munch: Thanks to denial, I’m immortal!
Alf @ Munch: Oh, you’re playing Minecraft! I like your cut, g.
Alf: *smacks the back of Munch’s head hard enough to forcibly convert him into a jpeg*
Munch: AAAA—
Molluck: I brought you here to this execution chamber personally because I crave the deadliest game.
Abe, nodding: Knife Monopoly.
Molluck:
Molluck: I was actually going to hunt you for sport, but now I’m really interested in whatever Knife Monopoly is.
Alf: So you saw me eat that Hot Pocket I found in trash?
Abe: Yep.
Alf: Any thoughts or feelings on that?
Abe: Nope.
Alf: Oh, man. I like you.