InvaderAmmy00

Me: *takes gun and lays it on the ground* There, now let's go and get some ice cream. It should help cheer us up.
Chester: OOOOOOOHHHHHHH *major ejaculation*
Pip: *passionately makes out with Damien while lifting up his shirt*

Butters: Aw man, I wish Eric had feelings like that for me.
Eric: But I do Butters. *They ride off into a sunset on a unicorn*

Me: *wraps arms around you* Don't do this Ammy. You'll just be causing more harm. *puts hand on barrel of gun* Put it down. Please. Do it, for me. Your friend. I'm here for you. Just put the gun down.
Chester: Ooooohh yeeeeaaaahhhh! I'm soooo clooooose!
Pip: Then kiss me Damien. Let me feel your passion.

God: Jesus Christ, yall are fracked up
Jesus: I heard ya there.

Me: Alright fine, shoot. *puts hand on your hand holding trigger* I'll even help you. Pull the trigger. *starts to squeeze trigger with your hand*
Chester: Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah. *rolls over on top*
Pip: Yes, Damien, I'm gay for you. *hugs Damien tightly* I love you Damien.

Me: *get's closer* Do you really think I wanted to do that? Forget what Chester said. Alchohol does not make people act on true feelings, it just makes people revert back to primal instincts of survival and reproduction.
Chester: Faster, harder!
Pip: Damien, I love you. *starts to kiss Damien*

Me: Ask yourself Ammy, do you really want to shoot me? *6 inches away*
Chester: *bits lip so hard it starts to bleed*
Pip: The thing is Damien, when I look at you my heart begins to race. *get's on top of Damien* I can't seem to stop thinking about you.

Me: *slowly approaches Ammy* Please Ammy, put the knife down. all it can do is cause more harm. I can help heal what's been done.
Chester: OOOHHH!!! Tie me up Baby! I'm you worthless slave!
Pip: Um, I was wondering, *starts to blush* Are you attracted to me like I am to you?

Me: Please Ammy, put down the knife. I'm your friend. The knife isn't. The knife is just using you for it's own personal gain.
Chester: Ooohhhh yeah. Hit me with that whip baby realy hard! Yes!
Pip: Um, Damien? I was wondering... Oh this is so embarrising... Can I ask you a question?

Chester: Oh yes!!!! Ride my big white pony!
Pip: Oh goodness. This is very inapropriate, I think we should leave. *grabs Damiens hands and starts pulling him into the next room*
Me: Ammy? Put the knife down. Don't do anything irrational now.

Chester: Oh yeah!!! *falls down on couch pulling E. Ammy on top of him*
Pip: G'day Damien ol chap. What's going on?
Me: *outside* Ammy? Where'd ya go?

Chester: I know, but that's why ya love me.
Me: two more minutes. Hey, wait up Ammy, don't run away. You're gonna miss Chester being dragged of to utter torcher! *runs after Ammy*
Chester: Well, we're alone now. Want to get "reaquanted"?