P-Body: He’s had a hard day.
ATLAS: WHY WON’T TONY STARK READ MY FANFICTIONS ABOUT HIM
*stare at each other*
ATLAS and P-Body: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
P-Body: We have gone over your inquiry, and we have determined that we are not “kawaii.”
ATLAS: And neither are you.
P-Body: O-of course not, mother!
ATLAS: Neither of us are as perfect and powerful as you!
ATLAS: Wheatley with arms?! I’LL LASER THAT FUCKER IN HIS BOLTS!!!
P-Body: And you’re right. He DOES need a monocle. Who do you think we are, riff raff?
P-Body: …
ATLAS: We don’t wanna talk about it.
~1~
P-Body: There is no room for art in science.
ATLAS: Unless the art plays smooth jazz.
~2~
ATLAS & P-Body: Mom.
~3~
P-Body: I’d like to be curvy~
ATLAS: I’d love to be Tony Stark- I MEAN UM SCREW HUMANS! THEY SUCK!
P-Body: You love to screw humans? How dirty, brother~
ATLAS: AGH!
~4~
ATLAS: If they’re big enough, they’re great to sit in and listen to smooth jazz!
P-Body: My brother loves his smooth jazz…
ATLAS: It’s so smooth I’m falling out of my chair! Oh wait, it’s a beanbag chair.
P-Body: Dork.
~5 & 6~
ATLAS & P-Body: We can’t eat. Damn humans and your cake.