*Meanwhile, in a candlelit dinner*

Winter: ...

Rattlesnake: ...

Winter: So...

Rattlesnake: This is bullshit.

Winter: I know!

Rattlesnake: Who thought this was a good idea? I don't even know you, and I already know you have the hots for my brother...though could've done much better.

Winter: Let's just get this over with, and forget this ever happened, Rattlesnack.

Rattlesnake: Agreed-- Wait! Did you just fucking call me Rattlesnack--

Winter: Anyway! Here comes the main meal.

*Turtle approached them in a waiter's outfit, and put down a plate of spaghetti and meatballs*

Turtle: Dinner is serve. And let me serenade you with some music *pulls out violin*

*proceeds to play violin terribly*

Winter: ...

Winter: Oh my god! Stop!

Rattlesnake: Fucking stop! Please!

Turtle: Sorry! *scurries away*

Winter: Arrgh, nightmare.

Winter: Well, let's eat.

*the two ate together, until the spaghetti was gone, and there was only one meatball left*

Winter: Hmmm. Seems there's only one meatball left.

Rattlesnake: Yes, what do you suppose we do with it?

Winter: Give it to the person who deserves it.

Rattlesnake: Aww! Well, don't mind if I--

*Winter grabs meatball for himself*

Rattlesnake: Hey!

Winter: Huh?

Rattlesnake: Haven't you ever heard of ladies first?

Winter: ...

Rattlesnake: What?

Winter: You're a lady!?

Rattlesnake: *😠*

Rattlesnake: Gimmie that goddamn meatball.

Winter: Hell no!

Rattlesnake: GIVE IT TO ME!

*Rattlesnake pounces on him from across the table, and the two proceeded to fight for death over a meatball*

Turtle: Guys, I still need to get paid--

Rattlesnake & Winter: SHUT UP, TURTLE!

Turtle: *sighs*

*proceeds to play sad music on the violin*

Turtle: How could this happen to me? I made my mistakes...got nowhere to run--

Winter: Fine! I'll leave you a check!

Turtle: Thank you!