Handcuff: Ah. Hello.... NATHANIEL. *starts sharpie-ing stuff on his arms*
H.C.: *smacks Handcuff* BAD DOG! GO TO THE CAR!
Handcuff: *grumbles* Oh, I'll go to the car, alright... *gets in car and runs over H.C.* MY LOVE FOR YOU IS STRONG, SISTER
H.C.: DId.... Yo... yo jut did dat, you bish!
Handcuff: *looks at Belarus*I'm sorry, but I need to alkt ikel hist orf a hilew.
H.C.: DON'T YOU F*CKING TYPE LIKE THAT AGAIN! We need to stop now or we're gonna spam him.
Handcuff: Okay.
H.C.: Say bye bye, Handcuff.
Handcuff: *childish voice* Byebye! *grabs H.C.s' hand* C'mon, mummy!
H.C.: Omg, someone get me a pan or fork....