Chilli: We're losers, it's okay to be a
Munchkin: Coked-up, dick-suckin' hoe?
Chilli: Baby, that's fine by me
Atlas: Ooh, nice onesie. Does it come in men's?
Chilli: *Wearing a panda onesie and eating cereal.* Oh, I think you come in men enough for us all.
Scar: *Starts choking on her cereal.*
Scar: Greg has 256 balloons. If one third pop, how many are left?
Atlas: why does Greg have so many balloons?
Chilli: and why can't the lazy bastard count them himself?
Chilli: have you cleared your schedule for dinner tomorrow? I've been dying to try that new place.
Kala: *blink*
Chilli: oh, sorry.
Chilli: dinner. Tomorrow. Me.
Kala: *claps* yaaaaaaaaaay!
Kala: I love ducks.
Atlas: I love dicks.
Scar: Chilli, what did I say about randomly shooting people?
Chilli: UGHHHHHHHHHHHH. *Lowers the gun she was holding to Carmilla Carmine's head.* Shooting people's mean, and mean cannot be seen.
Scar: That's right-
Chilli: And if you're seen being mean, you get shot in the spleen.
Scar: yOU MADE THAT LAST PART UP-
Chilli: Scar, can I shoot you?
Scar: no.
Chilli: I just, I really wanna shoot someone.
Scar: NO.
Chilli: Pleaseeeeeeeeee?
Kala: You wanna be my girlfriend?
Chilli: *Voice crack.* Really?
Kala: No. *Leaves.*
Chilli: *Sobs in 'all the hot women are straight'*
Chilli: can I have your tits?
Munchkin: sure.
Chilli: huzzah
Chilli: I like you, high five! *Holds up hand.*
Scar: *Just looks at her.*
Chilli: Gimme a high five if you wanna be friends!
Scar: *High fives her.*
Chilli: *Screams and hugs her.*
Kala: *trying to teach Chilli to dance* for the last time Chilli, POINT THE TOE.
Chilli: Would I rather be feared or loved? Easy. Both. I want people to fear how much they love me.
*chilli and atlas in squid game*
Chilli: *watching some guy do the glass bridge* imagine if he just fucking dies XD
Atlas: *cackles*
Munchkin: what's your body count?
Chilli: hmmm... *Starts counting on fingers.* sixty-five.
Munchkin: WHAT THE-? DAMN GIRL, YOU'RE A HOE!
Chilli: How does that make me a- ohhhhhhhh. You meant sex! Yeah, never done that before.
Munchkin: Oh, ok- wait, what did you think I meant?
Chilli: *Starts leaving the room.*
Munchkin: GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE-
Kala: *Punches Atlas in the face.*
Atlas: ohhh, hArDeR mOmMy
Kala: *Gasp* SON?!
Chilli: hey, what's 34 x 71?
Scar: two thousand four hundred and fourteen.
Chilli: *Writes that down on math homework.* thanks.
Scar: How do you spell spaghetti?
Chilli: S-P-A-G-H-E-T-T-I
Scar: *Writes that down on her English homework.* I love what we have.
Chilli: me too.
Munchkin: *Holding his cat.* I've only had this cat for a day but if anything ever happened to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then kill myself.
Chilli: I wanna write a story about a man kidnapping a woman and forcing her to become a cannibal.
Atlas: Cute! But make it gay.
*Later*
Chilli: I wanna make a TV show where there's a group of friends and one is gay.
Atlas: could be gayer.
*Later*
Chilli: I'm writing an essay about red pandas.
Atlas: ... but gAY-
Chilli: Introducing ✨ the pencil ✨
Chilli: You can write with it.
Chilli: you can...
Chilli:
Chilli: What else can you do with a pencil?
Munchkin: You can shove it down your throat.
Chilli: You can shove it down your throat!
Scar: *Walking past Munchkin, Atlas and Chilli.* You're all going to hell. Buh bye!
Chilli: You're a fucked up little whiny bitch
Kala: Hey!
Chilli: You're a loser, just like me!
