Seth: There’s something over there that I can’t help but stare at all creepy like.

 

 

DAT ASS

 

 

 

Quincy: That diamond is HUGE. I want one. C’mere huge diamond!

 

 

 

Dragan: Why am I here? I need to get to class soon! Oh dear!

 

 

 

Seth: I think I’ll toss some dollars on that chick. I’M RICH,  BITCH! Why can’t I stop staring at her booty.

 

 

 

Malix: Hmm.. New file, new story? I want to be something different this time. I think I shall be the French Tickler.

 

 

 

Borage: I think I’m gonna put a baby in all of these ladies. I’m pretty sure my slutty aunt is gonna have 20 babies.

Rosette: I hope your dick falls off.

Borage: I hope you warn everyone about your coochie diseases.

 

 

 

 

Seth: Watch me crank it, watch me roll. Watch me crank dat, Set Tombs. Then superman dat ohhhhhhhhhhh!

 

 

 

 

Seth: It’s not what it looks like. I am not having fun nor enjoying myself.

 

 

 

 

Quincy: Hey why isn’t anyone watching me drop these hot beats?

Malix: CAUSE YOU SUCK! Let a real DJ show you how it’s done.

Quincy: Who are you?

Malix: DJ Lix from the L.P. I get bitches.

 

 

 

 

Quincy: You’re a hata! I can get bitches.

Quincy: Hey where did you go?

 

 

 

 

Malix: Really? This is how high I can go? Lame.. good thing that we didn’t pay for this. But I’m still not amused by this.

 

 

 

 

Malix: Since I’m up here, I guess I shall do my Montigo thing. I may be the one sane Montigo here but I must keep my image.

 

 

 

 

Malix: I must have a drink at a random time of the day. Wait. Why is it invisible?

 

 

 

 

 

Malix: I don’t care if my drink is invisible. I shall enjoy it.

 

 

 

 

Malix: Now this is the good stuff. Invisichampange. Zero calories, I will keep my girlish figure after all.

 

 

 

 

 

Quincy: Hey BMG, whatcha think about my sweet DJ skillz? Hot, right?

 

 

 

 

Borage: You suck. Too main gain, not enough bass. You’re train wrecking! You can’t beat match for shit!  Just hit sync!

Kikiontae: I think he’s pretty hot.

Borage: I think you’re just a hood rat ho trynna get on his dick.

Kikiontae: So….

 

 

 

 

Isela: Let’s all bob for apples.

Carrie: So were not making apple juice?

Isela: Huh? No…

Carrie: The voices said we should make apple juice.

Anson: I have a husband back in my file so I’ll be pretty good at this.

Dragan: We don’t care. I think flowers are pretty tho.

Isela: Can we start now?

 

 

 

 

Isela: 1…2….3… GO!

Carrie: Dragan! You’re on my team! Why aren’t you bobbing?

Dragan: I don’t wanna look gay.

Carrie: The voices told me to choke you if you don’t start helping me win!

 

 

 

 

Dragan: I still think flowers look pretty.

 

 

 

Isela: I’m so gonna win this!

Carrie: No! Dragan and I are gonna win!

Isela: Ouch my head!

Carrie: Ha ha!

Anson: This is too easy.

Dragan: Do I look gay by doing this?

 

 

 

 

Carrie: Look Dragan! Were winning! The voices will be pleased!

Anson: Does the voices also tell you to shut up?

 

 

 

 

Dragan: Do I look like a cooked pig with this apple in my mouth?

Anson: This pose looks like a invisiblowjob.

Isela: LOL

 

 

 

 

Carrie: Now I look like a cooked pig. Oink, oink!

 

 

 

 

Seth: I don’t know why I am even here! I was not having fun! I don’t care what it looks like.

 

 

 

 

Seth: I am the God of EVIL! I do not smile! I do not have fun! I do evil things!

You need to get laid more often.

Seth: WHO SAID THAT?!

 

 

 

 

Quincy: Just call me DJ Glovez! I wear em cause germs are EVERYWHERE!

 

 

 

 

Layla: Hey Borage, you should let me come over to your house after this. I’ll clean it for you.

Kikiontae: No you should let me come to your house. I can cook for you.

Borage: Why do I have this feeling that both of you crazy fairies are gonna end up my house just to leave a baby there, after this.

 

 

 

 

Borage: You 2 dance like drunk white girls. Lemme show you how it’s done.

Layla: What? We have alcohol? This is my song!

 

 

 

 

Borage: This is how you do the Harlem Shake!

Kikiontae: No, it’s like this! You gotta get low with it.

Layla: My feet are stuck.

 

 

 

Layla: I like your sexy dance moves. We should hook up.

Borage: I think we should. I never banged a fairy before.

 

 

 

Kikiontae: Borage you should get freaky with me. I’m a Ghetto Fairy. We know how to fuck.

Borage: Okay, I’m down.

Layla: Hey! I’m pretty good myself!

Borage: Threesome?

 

 

 

 

Carrie: The voices and I feel like dancing.

Rosette: You bitches can’t dance good like me.

Kikiontae: Bring it ho.

Anson: I’m not sure if I should be over here.

Layla: I just learned a recipe!

 

 

 

 

Isela: Borage, you’re sexy. We should do it.

Borage: I knew you would fine me hot. We can do it anytime.

Rosette: Slut.

Layla: Why do my feet keep getting stuck?

 

 

 

 

Carrie: Borage! I think you’re hot!

Borage: Wait… aren’t you my half sister? Someone forgot to set the relations!

Carrie: The voices think you’re hot.

 

 

 

 

Borage: I can feel the rhythm!

Rosette: You can feel my hand upside your head.

Layla: I can feel that my feet are still stuck on the floor.

 

 

 

 

Rosette: Hey guy with a black hair. You’re the closet that I have to Liam. I think you should be mine.

Anson: Um.. okay. I think you’re pretty hot.

Borage: Pop, pop, pop dat ass.

Carrie: I still think my half brother is hot.

 

 

 

 

Rosette: Never mind. You can’t have my love. My love is for Liam only!

Anson: Ouch…

Carrie: Hey I remember you! You’re daddy’s stalker!

Rosette: I am his lover. Get it right, bitch!

 

 

 

Anson: Hey Kiki, I think you’re pretty. Please don’t reject my love.

Kikiontae: I think you’re a hot white boy. I want your loving.

Layla: Can someone help me? I can’t get unstuck!

Carrie: Now my feet are stuck!

 

 

 

 

Carrie: Anson, since you’re not my half brother. I think you’re hot!

Anson: I think you’re hot too.

Layla: Well I think you’re hot too Anson.

Borage: Hey I thought you ladies found me hot?

Seth: Shit.. I’ve been teleported here.

 

 

 

 

Isela: Dragan, you know that I find you hot. Let’s make more babies.

Dragan: Maybe but let’s go pick flowers together. I think flowers are lovely.

 

 

 

Malix: Well I’m here now. Can any of the vampires get some love too?

Seth: You look ridiculous, Kiki.

Kikiontae: Really? That doesn’t stop you from checking out my ass.

Borage: MAKIN’ MONEY AT THE DESK!

Malix: You’re a idiot, cuz.

Carrie: I’m stuck, guys!

Layla: I know right!

 

 

 

 

Malix: Seriously, ladies. Don’t you want some of this vampire loving?

Layla: Huh?

 

 

 

Rosette: Hey incognegro! Come join us!

Malix: Don’t anyone find me hot?

Borage: What’s that over there? That better not be my wife…

 

 

 

 

Seth: I’m thinking………………………….. No.

 

 

 

 

Isela: Don’t be a buzzkill, Seth. Have some fun!

Anson: I like the way you shake your ass.

Isela: I thought you had a husband.

 

 

 

 

Borage: Check out this move. I call it the- …Ouch my nuts!

Malix: That sounds stupid.

Layla: Seriously people. I need a little help here.