Courage Clan Exchanges

Let Us Begin

      A/N: Heyy Courage Clan!

For all of those who have no idea what's going on and are reading this anyways, just enjoy the roasts and humor here. I have no credit here besides inserting names from the Courage Clan into the Incorrect Quotes Generator.

Even if it isn't that accurate because I didn't change the names to make it match better, this generator is creepy with how accurate it is most of the time--

Anyways.

Let us begin:

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Red: Well, aren't you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear goals and good hearts! Oh, let me guess: you're out to save the world!
Heather: Well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment.
Onyx: More or less, I guess... >:/
Song: That sounds awesome! Let's do that!
Carol: I'm new here, but I am open to the concept.
Sylvia: I thought that's what we were doing, guys, come on!

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Heather: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier.
Heather: Violently practices.
Anne: Violently studies.
Red: Violently sleeps.
Sylvia: Violently shoots pictures.
Carol: Violently boxes.
Onyx: Violently murders people.
Song: Violently worries about the previous statement.

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Sylvia: Every time I hear someone talking about updog, I'm torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.
Heather: Okay, but what is updog?
Carol: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.
Anne: No, that's a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.
Song: No, that's an update. You're thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.
Onyx: Surely, that's Uppsala, where's updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.
Sylvia: That's Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.
Anne: You're thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.
Carol: No, that's an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.
Heather: What's a henway??
Sylvia: Oh, about five pounds.

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Heather: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?
Heather: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies.
Onyx: Socks are Feetie Heaties.
Sylvia: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties.
Carol: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies.
Song: Stamps are Lickie Stickies.
Anne: I hate you guys so much.

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Sylvia: If you got arrested what would be the charges?
Carol: Theft.
Heather: Disturbing the peace.
Song: Aggravated assault.
Anne: Arson.
Onyx: All of the above. In that order, probably.

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Anne: You know, when Carol comes over, Onyx can get a little...
Sylvia: Psycho?
Heather: Scary?
Song: Crazy?
Anne: All three.

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Song: Man, they look like a real handful. How do you deal with them?
Red, watching Carol screaming, Onyx trying to set a sleeping Heather on fire, Sylvia hanging a bucket of ice water above a doorway, and Anne choking on air: I don't know either.