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Green: Let's get this party STARTED.

Spider:

Skeleton: This is a slumber party...

Green: YEAH- *aggressively passes out*

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Blue: I have very keen powers of observation. For example: just by smelling your breath, I can tell that you have been eating...

*Blue sniffs*

Blue: ...an entire tube of toothpaste?

Red: It was so sparkly...

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Red: Go to Monster School after dark, you say? I don't know, we'd have to break in...

Red: Just kidding, let's break in!

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Enderman: He's very excitable, so don't say anything to surprise him.

Creeper: Pleased to meet you.

Red: Actually, we've met once before.

Creeper: WHAT!? *explodes*

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King: Who the devil are you?

TSC, internally: Don't panic, just come up with a good story.

TSC: My name is King Orange.

TSC, internally: D'oh!

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Purple: GET BACK, YOU SAVAGES!

Green: Sorry, sorry! He's just not used to positive feedback!

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Purple: Can we discuss now, what is a... party pooper?

TSC: Red's upset I'm the responsible one. With Alan gone, someone has to keep us in check.

Purple: In that case, you are correct; you are responsible.

Purple: It is nice to have a pooper at the party.

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Blue: So where do we start? There's like a million books here!

Yellow: But Blue, a library is a treasure hunt! You never know what gems you may find along the way.

Red: Ah, like a book on how to catch?

Red, throwing a book: Heads up!

Yellow: AH-

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Green: How do I look, Red?

Red, holding cake: Like a man who doesn't know what's coming his way.

Green: Wait... what?

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Ballista: I once saw you use a ruler to measure another ruler.

Agent: It was off by half a centimeter! It never should’ve been in circulation!

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Hazard: The day I met you, you ripped the handle off of the door, then tried to play it like the screws had just come loose.

Primal: ...I mean, it could've been the screws.

Hazard: The handle was ripped in half!

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TSC, fighting Euler's Identity: Your math is no match for my gun, you idiot!

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Blue, reading a script: "Hi, I'm Blue. Gee, I hope I don't roll this paper up and brew it..."

Blue: Is this what you really think of me? I'm not just a potions guy, you know. I speak Latin!

Red: Yeah, sure.

Yellow: Uh huh.

Green: Whatever, dude. You love nether warts, we get it.

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Yellow: Your password is “passward”, and you don’t even spell it right!

Blue: Exactly, Yellow. Genius.

Yellow: I… oh, wait.

Blue: Wait a minute, how do you know my password?

Yellow: Let’s move on.

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TSC: Do you even have a plan?

Red: This is the plan! We break you out, chaos, destruction, something something something, we win!

TSC: Oh, of course, the old “something something something we win”. That’s a terrible plan!

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Red: All set to Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture.

Green: I'm honestly surprised you know how to say his name.

Red: Well yeah, the dude played my favorite musical instrument!

Green: What, the piano?

Red: No, no. Cannons.

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Yellow: There’s a doormat here that says Secret Entrance!

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King: Purple!

Purple: I kept forgetting where it was!