Tommy: Fuck.
Y/N: We gotta work on that cursing of yours.
Tommy: Why? I'm already good at that.
Dream: *gets down on one knee*
Y/N: *squeals* It's finally happening.
Dream: *falls over*
Y/N: The poison is kicking in.
Y/N: I did say you're hot, but-
Minx: *dressed as a sundae cone* Bitch, I'm a fuckin snack.
Tubbo: Hey Y/N, thanks again for agreeing to take care of him.
Y/N: No problem. You guys go do your business.
Tubbo and Ranboo: Bye Michael! *walks out*
Y/N: So Michael, who's house do you wanna go burn first?
Wilbur: We need a way to cut our expenses. What can we live without?
Y/N: Tommy.
Sapnap: I lost my fish. Can you help me find it?
Y/N: *cooking Mars as revenge* What? I can't hear you, I'm cooking dinner.
Y/N: There's a monster under my bed.
Quackity: *on the lower bunk bed* Oh, fuck you.
Philza: I swear to god. I'm the only one in this house with a functional braincell.
Techno, Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Y/N: ALL HAIL THE KEEPER OF THE SACRED BRAINCELL.
Y/N: Technically, that fork you're currently using has been in other people's mouths.
Sam: Y/N/N, please. I took you on a date to eat. Not to make me vomit in a restaurant.
George: I got you something!
Y/N: *sneezes* Is it a flower?
George: I- How'd you know?
Y/N: You know I'm allergic to those right?
