Masamba: Dude! She’s like my sister.
Cassandra: No, I don’t think he means it in that sexual way, I think the trus-
Cassandra: I can speak for myself, ingrate.
Cassandra: He was going to erase us both if it wasn’t for me?
Cassandra: Oh, you don’t think so? Should we put this to tes-
Masamba: Shut! Up! Shut! Up!
Masamba: ‘Sides, she’s marrying that ‘mo, anyway.
Cassandra: The bastard never listened! Don’t hold this agains-
Masamba: I THOUGHT I SAID QUIET!
Masamba: What do you mean, I don’t have friends
Cassandra: Oh, you got yourself into this, you can-
Masamba: Say it, Say I don’t have real friends.
Cassandra (looks back and forth): He’s right, outside of us you don’t have any real friends.
Cassandra: Well, it might help you to feel better if you ha-
Masamba (to self): “Ghandi?”
Cassandra: Oh, friendship with real people is much better than any sort of psychotic relantionship with fake personas made only to make you feel better?
Masamba: I can hear you both you know.
Cassandra: Like his subconcious and weakened mental state couldn’t delve into madness without us?
Masamba: HEY, SHUT UP! FOR REAL!
It smells nice.
And I killed it, whatever it was (I think it was a bear).
I pretend it’s
It’s nice. Just me, sustenance.
Cassandra: You know, you didn’t really kill Cl-
JUST EATING A BEAR.
Another Masamba: WHEN DID i EVER THINK THIS A GOOD IDEA?
Masamba: i DON’T KNOW IF i DID!
Another Masamba: HAAAAAA!
Another Masamba (continued): -AAAAAA…
Masamba (continued): -AAAAAA…
Another Masamba: AAAAAAAA…