*Examines dresser* You ate my fritos :cry:
DMX: Which fritos? These? *takes out lots of bags of doritos and even more snacks*
I didn't have Doritos in that drawer, I'm not a fan of them. Did you eat all my Crybabies?
DMX: Which? I don't remember of eating anything- I just remember of the word 'candy' in my head... and I think something about sugar.
Gun: *ahem* Yeah, about that....you have intense-sugar rushes.
DMX: I have? *rises an eyebrow* and how can I trust you?
Gun: You don't. You just take my word for it- and the fact that we're all standing in a crater.
DMX: We are? *wags tail* Why?
Gun: Hmmm... something to do with sugar... and you transforming.
DMX: And that includes Mar half-dead too? *points at Mar on the ground*