Paper, at Microphone: You're my significant other.
Microphone: Yeah I am!
Paper, at Cherries: You're my child.
Cherries: Yes boss.
Paper, at Cabby: You're my bitch.
Cabby: Yeah I am- wait, what?
Paper, at Pickle: My bestie.
Pickle: Naturally.
Paper, at Trophy: HA, GAY!
Trophy: Fuck you.















