(past, Crayon was 15, Pen was 14, Dark Markery was 12, and Marker was still living with Plastic Shit)
(their dad) Ink Bottle: Yeah, that's a dead hampster.
Crayon: He got out of his and I was vaccuming, I mean-
Pen: Dark's gonna be destroyed...
Ink Bottle: We'll just tell Markery that he passed away in his sleep.
Dark Markery: *walking in with his step-mom* Bartholomew Chungus Gingersnap the Third?
*Dark sees the dead hamster*
Dark Markery: WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FRIEND?!
Ink Bottle: He passed away in his sleep-
Crayon: I was vaccuming and he got sucked up...
Dark Markery: *starts crying*
Pen: No, Dark, I'm so sorry... *holds out his arms for a hug*
Dark Markery: NOOOOOOO! *runs to Pen, crying* BARTHOLOMEW!
Dark Markery: My most loyal and valued friend to be BUTCHERED in a vortex of DUST!
(their step-mom, Crayon's bio mom) Wax Candle: Markery, it was a mistake...
Dark Markery: *pointing at Crayon* YOU SMOOTH BRAINED HOOLIGAN.
Crayon: Okay wow.
Ink Bottle: Dark Markery, you always let him out of his cage, this is what happens.
Dark Markery: *lets go of Pen* TRUMPED UP CHARGES IN THIS KANGAROO COURT, I SHALL NOT HEAR IT!
Pen: I tried to save Bartholomew!
Dark Markery: *nearly running upstairs* SUMMON THE ALCHEMISTS AND THE DARK ARTS' WIZARDS, I SHALL RESURRECT HIM!
Wax Candle: Markery, death is something that happens forever.
Dark Markery: I have played Majora's Mask and I am in seventh grade, sir. I think I can fool death.
Crayon: I'm sorry Markery, we'll make it up to you!
Dark Markery: At least five chainsaws for Christmas.
Ink Bottle: Pfft- I don't know about that!
Dark Markery: What the FUCK, Dad?!
Pen: Okay calm down there bud, you're getting a little violent...
Dark Markery: I awoke and chose violence.
