Angel Dust: I am a very bad person. I am a very, very bad person. I am a horrible person. Charlie: Vaggie: Husk: Alastor: Mimzy: Niffty: Baxter: The entire Hell:
Angel Dust: “No you’re not, Angel Dust! We still love you, Angel Dust.”
Vaggie: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.
Charlie: What if I bite it and it dies?
Sir Pentious: That means you’re venomous.
Charlie: What if it bites itself and I die?
Alastor: That’s voodoo.
Charlie: What if it bites me and someone else dies?
Baxter: That’s correlation, not causation.
Charlie: What if we bite each other and neither of us die?
Angel Dust: That’s kinky.
Husk: What time is it?
Angel Dust: I don’t know, pass me that accordion and I’ll find out.
* Angel Dust plays the accordion loudly*
Vaggie from another room: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE ACCORDION AT 2AM?!?!
Angel Dust: It’s 2Am
