Thread:KinguvX/@comment-26462356-20150930004749/@comment-26450183-20150930005040

Steven: How are you doing Sour Cream?

Sour Cream: I am like.. Chilled out. So Steven, do you and Connie wanna come to my rave?

(Lars in his head is screaming and begging for him to simply say "no"

Steven: Yes!

Lars: NO!

(Everyone starts looking at him)

Lars: I mean, uh, no way we could have fun without fun little Steven..

Steven: Thanks, Lars! Also, don't you have to be 18 or up to enter the rave?

Lars: YES! Oh, I mean, um, yes, unfourtantly dear dear Steven is sadly too young to enter. Shame, I was looking forward to it..

Sour Cream: How old are you, Steven? Steven: Oh, me? I am 11.

Sour Cream: Connie?

Connie: Oh, um, yes?

Sour Cream: How old are you?

Connie: 12, and three months. 23 days. I keep track.

Sour Cream: So, that'd make them 23.

Connie: What are you talking about?

Sour Cream: You two.. You know, your fusion.

Steven: You know about fusion?! How?

Sour Cream: I've like known about Gem stuff my entire life.

Connie: But, how?

Sour Cream: Well it all started on my birthday..