Rollo: I can't have people thinking I spend my time hanging with teenagers doing goofy stuff. Craklyn: That's, like, all you do. Rollo: Yeah, but I can't have people thinking that!

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Rollo: I can't have people thinking I spend my time hanging with teenagers doing goofy stuff. Craklyn: That's, like, all you do. Rollo: Yeah, but I can't have people thinking that!
CRAKLYN AND PIKNIM WERE IN LOVE
Craklyn: I'm strange but friendly so people tell me things.
Rollo: Guess what I got! Tansy: A girlfriend? Craklyn: A real job? Piknim: A friend your own age? Rollo: No!
Piknim: I've become a bread crumb dealer to four magpies at the lake. They pay me with a bit of everything. Like shiny things, fabric, or pens. But recently they paid me with a $20 bill they found somewhere. So, I decided to buy them more expensive bread. They loved it! So they understand what to do. Give me money. I've probably racked up about $200 at this point. Is it morally wrong though? I mean, they're the ones who steal the money from others. Or maybe they just have a big pile laying around somewhere? Should I keep on doing this? Craklyn: You sound like the start of a fictional villian.
Tansy: You okay? Craklym: Yeah, lately I just haven't been able to think straight. Craklyn's brain: Two girls holding hands. Boobs. Piknim.
Craklyn, gesturing to Tansy: Piknim, look what you did! You made Mom upset! Piknim: I’m sorry Mom... Tansy, near tears: I DON’T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO EITHER OF YOU!
(Tansy, Piknim, Craklyn, and Viola staring at the popped tire on Tansy’s car) Tansy: One of us knows how to change a tire right? (Tansy, Piknim, and Viola looking at Craklyn) Craklyn (angrily): And you’re looking at me because I’m gay? Viola: No! Piknim is gay too. It’s because you’re the sporty one.