Npc(girl): You are so hot. Npc(boy): Oh, I know. Guy

Mouser: - Lose this skin!
GUY: - I .. lose? How am I supposed to get rid of my skin?
Mouser: - Take it off, man. Just take it off. What are you doing?
GUY: - What?
Keys: - Seriously.
Mouser: - The whole thing. The face, the outfit.
GUY: - How?
Mouser: - Everything. Ditch it
Keys: - Take it off.
Mouser: - If you don’t we’re gonna kill you.
GUY: - Why?
Keys: - And we’re gonna keep killing you.
GUY: - Still why?
Mouser: - Until we do find out who you are and then we’re gonna ban you for life.
GUY: - Okay. No, no. Okay, I want to comply. I just find the order of those threats very confusing.
Mouser: - Somebody’s about to get shot.
Keys: - Light him up.
Mouser: - Come on Blue Shirt. Oh! Didn’t see that one coming. Did you see that one coming?
Scared me a little bit.
Keys: - We’re coming for you, Blue Shirt!
Mouser: - Coming to get ya. We’re coming to get ya.
GUY: - Wait. Wait. I can explain everything. I found these glasses and then I can see things now. Things that… Whoa, Whoa. Things that aren’t there. Except they are there. I know that sounds crazy, but it’s true!
Keys:- You can run Blue Shirt, but you cannot hide.
Mouser: - Come on, Blue Shirt. You can’t escape the rabbit. We’re apex predators. All we do is bone and brawl and slit throats. Too high! Too high! Oh, you wanna play Blue Shirt? Watch this. I tire of these games, Keys. It’s time I went god-mode on this beyotch.
Keys: - Okay, bring it.
Mouser: - Oh, it’s brung. Go, go, go, go, go. I’m so, so good at this. Time’s up, bank teller!
GUY: - Nope. I can’t die! I’m never gonna die!
Mouser: - Whoo. And that was the heartbreaking story of Blue Shirt Guy. The end.
Keys:- Doesn’t make sense.