Paul: Carl you've tracked mud all over the carpet.
Carl: Now that right there is a mess!
Paul: I just had it cleaned yesterday, Carl!
Carl: I'm not responsible for this! I've been jamming on the saxophone all morning!
Paul: Those are clearly your hoof prints Carl!
Carl: Then there is an impostor on the loose!
Paul: They lead directly to you!
Carl: Clue number one, the impostor is a phantom!
Paul: Carl, stop avoid--
BOOM
CARLL!!
Carl: Happy Birthday!
Paul: It's not...please tell me you had nothing to do with this?!
Carl: Why don't you blow out your candle?
Paul: You've gone to far this time, Carl!
Carl: What's that? It's hard to hear you over the sound of melting city.
Paul: How did you even do this?
Carl: A dollop of fairy dust!
Paul: CARL.
Carl: I ripped a tag off a mattress!
Paul: This isn't funny, Carl!
Carl: Who's laughing? Clearly not all the people who just exploded!
Paul: I'm leaving..I've had enough of this!
Carl: But think of all the perfectly roasted faces we get to munch on now!
Paul: But why!
Carl: Because were friends, and friendship is two pals munching on a well cooked face together.
Paul: That isn't friendship Carl, that's sick!
Carl: Well then your probably not going to like your birthday decoration!
Paul: It's not even my...oh my gosh!
Carl: SURPRISE!
PAul: Ah oh uh no ah uh!
Carl: I'm sorry! I thought you liked faces. Obviously there was a miscommunication.
Paul: This awful Carl!
Carl: You're right. It's not nearly as tasteful as i pictured it in my head.
Paul: I think I'm going to throw...oh god one touched me!
Carl: This was clearly the wrong way to go.
Paul: Ya think, Carl?!
Carl: What can I say? I expected them to be cooked more. Raw face is just gross.
Paul: But that isn't the problem, Carl! Why would you think any of this is a good idea?
Carl: Probably because I'm a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence.
Paul: Oh...
Carl: I don't understand how you keep forgetting that.
