(takes place once Pen and Dark both dipped-)
Plastic Sheet: *starts recording it*
Plastic Sheet: Hi homies, we are gonna be making a cake!
Marker: Mom, my head hurts...
Plastic Sheet: Have some paracetamol. *just passes it to him*
Plastic Sheet: Anyways...
Plastic Sheet: We are gonna cook a cake!
Marker: Mom, you don't cook a cake, you bake it...
[.--. .-.. . .- ... . .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.- / .... . .-.. .--. / -- . .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.-]
Plastic Sheet: WE ARE GONNA-
[.. - / .... ..- .-. - ... .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.- / ... --- / -- ..- -.-. .... .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.-]
Plastic Sheet: BAKE A CAKE!
Plastic Sheet: But I'm too lazy to bake a cake, so we're just gonna use the cake mix. *holds it up*
Marker: But Mom... doesn't that defeat the entire purpose of you baking a cake?
[.-- .... -.-- / -.. --- . ... / -- --- -- / -.. --- / - .... .. ... / - --- / -- . ..--..]
Plastic Sheet: Marker, you're really starting to piss me off.
