Tommy: Techno won't wake up, what do I do?

Tubbo: Did you try kicking them?

Tommy: Yes.

Tubbo: I'm out of ideas.

Y/n: Techno... you've been cuddling with me for over and hour now.

Techno: *muffled* mm hmmm :)

Y/n: Fuck. I should be annoyed but you're adorable.

Techno: What's your biggest fear?

Tommy: That I'll never be good enough for anyone.

Y/n: Everyone hates me and talks about me behind my back.

Phil: Zombies.

Y/n: I think I'm falling for you.

Techno: Then get up.

Techno: I have yet to encounter a problem where a sword didn't factor into the solution at least in some way.

Tommy: Sure, you're verified on twitter, but are you verified in the eyes of god?

Tommy: Vegetable oil is made from vegetables, coconut oil is made from coconuts, so BABY OIL-

Y/n: CAN'T WE JUST HAVE A NICE FAMILY DINNER FOR ONCE?!

Y/n, working at McDonald's: Sorry sir, we don't serve a McFuck here, so either you throw that one slice of pickle out or we're gonna have a McProblem.

Techno: We're having a moment, aren't we?

Y/n: If by 'a moment' you mean me not wanting to strangle you for the first time since we met, then I guess we are.

Techno: I'm a reverse necromancer.

Y/n: Isn't that just killing people?

Techno: Ah, technically.

Tubbo: Good morning!

Y/n: Is it? Is it really?

Y/n: Well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my actions.