Willy: Yo Doug.

Doug: Hi.

Willy: I need a friend.

Doug: I can be your friend!

Willy: Hmmm… Who can be my friend…

Doug: Me! Me! Me!

Willy: Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm……….

Doug: Oh! Pick me! Pick me!

Willy: Maybe… Nah, he’s too cheesy… Hmmm…

Doug: ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Willy: How bout’ you Doug!

Doug: …

Willy: So, are you gonna be my friend or not?

Doug: Yeah.

Willy: Good. Now go get me some chips.

Doug: Chips?

Willy: Yeah.

Doug: Ok.

Willy: Good.

Willy’s mom: Good! You made a friend!

Willy: He’s not my friend, mom! He’s my mortal enemy!

Willy’s mom: Oh. Ask him if he wants chicken.

Willy: No!

Willy’s dad: Do what your momma says young man!

Willy: I hate all of you! (Goes to Doug)

Doug: Hey Willy!

Willy: Just call me Pickel.

Doug: Okey doke.

Gun: BAM!

Doug: WILLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Willy: … … …

Doug: NO!!!!! WHY!!!! WHY WILLY!!!!!!! WHY!!!!!!!!

Willy: (dead)