Creepers: God you guys are moronic.
Nightwalks: Yeah, because glow-in-the-dark laces are so practical.
Creepers: Hey, I resent that, my laces are bad ass!
Hellbounds: HAH please! Check out these babies, mine will take yours any day.
Creepers: Shut up, you can't even drive.
Hellbounds: I can still grip much better than the Jeffreys, I might drive, they have no chance.
Damsels: There is no way you will ever drive.
Geigers: What does it matter? Driving is for crust punks.
Spiked Creepers: Are you insulting me?
Geigers: I can't believe I share a characteristic with you.
Damsels: Oh, is that how it is G? I suppose you think you're all that with your gold and gems.
Geigers: Please Damsel, I don't want to argue with you, Creeps' spikes are just so pedestrian, and the name is Carvela.
Spiked Creepers: Fuck this, I'm leaving.
Nightwalks: Can we just calm down? I'm tired of things being so unstable.
Creepers: That's what Sheri said when she wore you.
Hellbounds: Oh snap!
