Joshua: Hey, I'm gonna be at the store for a little while, you want anything?

Carlos: Yeah, I want you and Nikowai to get another fucking room.  I'm tired of heawing you two fuck each other's bwains out every night, it's fucking annoying.  The walls in this apartment are thinner than the toilet paper at my abuela's, so you might as wew just have me be in the same woom.  On top of that, the one time you guys remembered I existed and twied to be quiet about it, it was the fucking mattress that wouldn't stop squeaking.  You know how horrible rusty door hinges sound?  Imagine that but 20 times louder and instead of being once when you open it, it's like somebody swinging the door back and forth for no fucking weason.  And if you're gonna stop by that often and stay the night, you bettew start paying some rent before ah wip your scalp off, boil you awive and feed you to your family under the guise that your meat is medium rawe steak!

Joshua: Anything else William Afton?

Carlos: Can you get some bread pwease, I really wanted peanut butter and jelly this mowning.

Joshua: You liked the barbecue bread right?

Carlos: Yes.