Oyster: Spaghetti--!!
Spaghetti: Ah-ah-ah!
Spaghetti: *long, dramatic sip of tea*
Spaghetti: You may now speak.
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Spaghetti: You are my best friend!
Spaghetti: If I'm dying, you're dying with me!
Spaghetti: You don't have a choice!
Borscht: Literally why did I ever agree to this friendship.
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Black Pudding: I hate Pretzel.
Bloody Mary, at the same time: I hate Pretzel.
Both: *look at each other slowly*
Pretzel: Shit, now I gotta deal with two crazy people.
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Spaghetti: I don't like you.
B-52: Okay? I don't really care.
Spaghetti: Oh my God I love your attitude, let's be friends!
B-52: I would rather die than be your friend.
Spaghetti: *long, dramatic gasp*
Spaghetti: That's why you're half machine and your Master Attendant hates you.
Spaghetti: You know what brother?
B-52: What?
Spaghetti: I'm dating your Master Attendant, and your best friend Brownie, and your friend Vodka.
