And I've been busy stringing piano wire between.... I mean...

Red team, unit two reporting.

Ah, Thus Spake Zarathustra...

Or as it was known personally to Nietzsche...

"I Fucking Hate People With Lisps"

We can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind
'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance
Well they're no friends of mine

Pretty sure I'm on Ribbon's team, since that's how it was last time before the bad things happen. I think Mao's in too, I don't know.

Are we allowed to use light-grade hammers this time?

I usually try to talk my tapeworm out of it. Why is it doing this? Is there some childhood trauma that's forcing it to lash out at others? Maybe, deep down inside... there's a little tapeworm larva in there... and he's crying... (sniffle, sob)

ExcusemeIhavesomethinginmyeye! (runs away)