Oversharer: *singing* I’ve got a cruUUUUUU- Hacker: Oversharer! I didn’t realize anyone else was up here! Oversharer: *high pitched screaming*
Oversharer: Dinner's not ready yet, but thanks for coming, dudes! Mi casa is your house. Hacker: [eyes start to appear genuinely enticed at Oversharer's enthusiasm] Ooooo! Fancy! De nada! [starts to look at Phisher] Phisher... Phisher: [sighs] De nada... Cyberbully: [sarcastic] Yeah, thanks for coming. I was gonna throw myself in a volcano tonight, but hanging out with you guys is just as terrible.
Hacker: We brought you a birthday gift. Cyberbully: Is that the royal "we"? Oversharer: Whiskey with a pickle juice chaser. It's our station's birthday tradition. Cyberbully: Lovely! How can I refuse? Can I refuse? Hacker: Of course you can. and we'll always think less of you.
Phisher: You want me to babysit? Cyberbully: Well, "my mum in the body of a disturbingly hot woman"-sit, but yes, for now.
Phisher: [looking into Oversharer's desk, seeing it's rigged] Oh, come on! What could be so secret, he wired it up with twelve pounds of C-4? Ugh, I don't...think I even want to know. [calls Hacker on their cell] Hacker: [annoyed] What? Phisher: Heh, nice. Here, take a look at this. [takes a picture of the C-4 wires] All right, which of these wires— Hacker: Blue and yellow. Phisher: The blue—you want to look at it for more than half a second? Hacker: I wired the damn thing, ass! Phisher: Well, I didn't know that, ASS! [cuts the wires, then opens the top drawer, pulling a memory stick out] Okay... Hacker: Oh, my God. Phisher: What? Hacker: I lied. I didn't wire it. Phisher: WHAT?!?! Hacker: BA-DUM-BUMP-DING!
Oversharer, drunk and holding a random guy beside him: Hacker, look. I met John Stamos! Hacker: That is not John Stamos! Oversharer, pointing at his and the random guy's belly-buttons: Hey, Hacker, John Stamos and I got our ears pierced! Hacker: That is not your ear. Oversharer: Hacker, John Stamos died... Why? Why, God? Why did you take John Stamos? back in the present Oversharer: …That doesn't sound so bad. Hacker: Oh, I forgot to mention: you were naked for a lot of that. back in the time where Oversharer was drunk Oversharer, naked and still sobbing: Stamos!… back in the present Hacker: Also, it wasn't here. It was at my office. again at the time where Oversharer was drunk, this time at Hacker's office Oversharer: We thought night swimming would be fun, but the current was too strong!… *again, at the present* Oversharer: ...Oh god, I wasn't driving around, was I?
Cyberbully: I still don’t have a New Year’s resolution. Oversharer: You could lose a few. Hacker: You could be less lazy. Phisher: Don’t be such a bitch. Cyberbully: Okay DAMN, SHIT.
Cyberbully: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don't want to sound mean. Oversharer: No, go ahead. I want to hear it. Cyberbully: It fucking sucks. Oversharer: ...That's not constructive criticism.