REGRETAVATOR

(I'd like to mention that I have 0 idea what the characters in the regretavator are saying. So I used a translator to translate it from English to the language of the regretavator. So it might be a bit confusing. But I tried my best to make it understandable.)

(What the fuck)

(I have no idea what that means. But I'm going to assume that it's a good thing. So I'm going to continue.) (Pest is sitting in a chair, looking very bored. He is surrounded by the other characters, who are all talking and laughing.) (Pest sighs.) Pest: I wish we could do something more fun than just sit here. (Infected looks at him.) Infected: What do you suggest? (Pest shrugs.) Pest: I don't know. Maybe we could go outside and play some sports or something. (Unpleasant laughs.) Unpleasant: Sports? What are we, athletes? (Bive giggles.) Bive: I think it would be fun to play some volleyball. We could even make it a tournament! (Split looks excited.) Split: Yeah! A volleyball tournament! (Pest smiles.) Pest: That's a great idea, Bive. Let's do it! (The others all agree, and they all head outside to set up the volleyball net.)

Help theres a Mexican tuna

*The speaker goes completely silent for a moment, as if processing the sheer impossibility of the statement.* "A Mexican... tuna. Kiki. Is this tuna wearing a sombrero? Is it speaking Spanish? This is your floor's problem now. I'm done."

 ITS DANCING

*Infected backs away slowly* We... we need to leave. NOW. *Unpleasant scoffs* Crying now? After what you just did? *Pest stares at the body* You wanted normal? This isn't it.

You killed me on the inside? WHAT DID I RECEIVE AFTER HOLDING IT IN. IBDONT WANT TO BE A BURDEN. LET ME BE.

*Infected shakes his head frantically* STOP IT! *Unpleasant turns away* You're a monster now. *Pest whispers* This changes everything.

*A loud, exasperated sigh crackles through the speakers.* "Kiki. I'm talking about elevation. How many floors up are you? Is your brain also coated in this so-called 'acid'?"

Oh I thought you meant drugs-

*A long, suffering pause fills the speaker, followed by a groan of pure, unadulterated annoyance.* "I meant elevation, Kiki. Your current floor. Not your drug history. Which is it?"