Mangle:
OH SHIT! GUYS! A LITTLE HELP HERE!
Puppet:
I've already assessed the situation and my professional solution is... I'M STAYING IN MY FUCKING BOX! HELL NO!
Withered Bonnie:
The fuck is going on? Why is there a mixture of angry screams and manic laughter?
Mangle:
THE THREE FUCKERS ON STAGE ARE HAVING A TWERKING COMPETITION! TOY BONNIE SUCKS!
Toy Freddy:
SHAKE THAT ASS! WOOHOO!
Toy Chica:
LMAO, the angry screams are probably mainly because of me. This outfit isn't helping.
Mangle:
THE OTHERS ARE PRACTICALLY NAKED! AT LEAST YOU'RE SLIGHTLY COVERED!
Toy Bonnie:
WE HAVE BOWTIES!
Withered Foxy:
Still naked... LMAO
Withered Chica:
I just had a fucking crisis... WE'RE NAKED! WHY HAVE I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THAT?
Withered Golden Freddy:
We're animatronics. Fucking robot animals. It doesn't matter.
Withered Freddy:
YES IT DOES!
Withered Bonnie:
... he's crying about it. He's having a bigger crisis I guess.
Withered Chica:
Oops...
Mangle:
STOP TWERKING LIKE THAT!
Puppet:
WHY ARE WE FAILING TO MENTION THAT THEY'RE TWERKING TO TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR? STOP! FUCKING HELL!
Withered Foxy:
LMFAO, that makes it ten times better.
Mangle:
NO!
Toy Bonnie:
I DO NOT SUCK!
Toy Chica:
YES YOU DO!
Withered Chica:
... can we join?
Withered Bonnie:
The golden fucker can really blow everyone away.
Withered Golden Freddy:
... I am a master when it comes to twerking.
Mangle:
I asked you fuckers to help, not make it worse. CHARLIE! GET OUT OF YOUR BOX AND DEAL WITH IT!
Puppet:
Might I remind you that I am a child and this is too stressful for me. If you'll excuse me, I'll be staying in my box, curled up and crying. I can't handle this shit!
Mangle:
SHUT UP! YOU'RE THE MOST RESPONSIBLE ONE HERE!
Puppet:
I can't believe you'd continue to scream at a stressed and crying CHILD!
Withered Freddy:
We're joining! WOOHOO!
Toy Bonnie:
HOLY SHIT! THAT'S WHAT I CALL TWERKING!
Toy Freddy:
YAY! GET IT! SHAKE THAT ASS!
Withered Foxy:
... he is good at this.
Withered Bonnie:
I told you...
Withered Golden Freddy:
Watch and learn fuckers!
Mangle:
AT LEAST CHANGE THE SONG! SHIT!
Puppet:
OR JUST STOP!
Withered Foxy:
NO!
Withered Chica:
You barely have an ass to twerk. Sit down!
Mangle:
LMAO, who's grandma is joining? YEAH! GO JANIS! GET IT BITCH!
Toy Chica:
... is that actually her name?
Mangle:
No idea... CHARLIE! I see you poking your head out of that box bitch!
Puppet:
Still not helping asshole!
Mangle:
Fine... can you at least change the music? They're too busy to do that.
Puppet:
The only other song that's available is Yellow Submarine... I'll change it though.
Toy Freddy:
YOU JUST MADE THIS FUCKING SUCK!
Mangle:
Better than Twinkle Twinkle Little Star...
Toy Freddy:
... fair enough.
Puppet:
HAPPY NOW?
Mangle:
Yes. Thank you.
Withered Freddy:
WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE!
Withered Bonnie:
A YELLOW SUBMARINE!
Withered /Chica:
A YELLOW SUBMARINE!
Withered Foxy:
We can all hear the song. No need for a lyric chain.
Mangle:
LMAO, why are you sitting with a random family?
Withered Chica:
I told him to sit, and that's where he sat I guess...
Puppet:
They don't even look phased... the mom even offered him some pizza.
Toy Freddy:
We're all now just watching the battle between The Gold One and Grandma Assdrop.
Puppet:
They have fucking stage names?
Mangle:
GRANDMA ASSDROP! 😂
Withered Bonnie:
I think it's a tie... they're both great.
Withered Golden Freddy:
I agree... she has skills.
Puppet:
Is it over now?
Toy Chica:
Yes... it's over.
Mangle:
THANK GOD!
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