So, the Trauma Squad is a group of OCs of mine who are friends, and all have very traumatic backstories.

Luke: red hoodie, blond hair
About: He has abandonment trauma 🙃
His twin sister is Amber.
Last name: Timmerman
Main weapon: Hammer
Personality: Secretive, touch starved but also hates physical contact
Height: 6'9'' (Istg if any of you make a joke of this- I SWEAR IT WAS UNINTENTIONAL)

Hudson: Green hoodie, brown hair
About: Has a crippling Dr. Pepper addiction (like, he will wake up at 2 am and chug an entire 2 liter bottle) He's also immortal 🙃
Last name: Wilde
Main weapon: Grenades
Personality: chill, funny, can be a prankster/jackass every now and again
Height: 5'4''

Amber: Blond hair, ponytail
About: Loves archery, twin brother is Luke.
Last name: Timmerman
Main weapon: Bow and Arrows
Personality: Kinda the mom friend, but also slightly deranged
Height: 6'7''

Max: Blue hoodie, devil horns
About: He's literally a demon. Like, he is a menace. He puts milk before cereal.
Last name: Unknown
Main weapon: Magic/pitchfork
Personality: Menacing jackass
Height: 6'8''

Galaxy: purple hair, star hairclip
About: She's an angel. Literally. Like, a biblically accurate one. She can change her appearance at will. She's (probably) the most sane out of them all
Last name: None
Main weapon: Holy water, crucifix, blah blah blah holy stuff
Personality: The most sane of the group, pretty cheerful
Height: Changes (can go from 3'2'' to 5'2'' in human form. Full height is beyond human calculation)
ANYGAYS ON TO THE ACTUAL INCORRECT QUOTES

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Luke: So uhh...my question is: my friend keeps on going into the pantry and grabbing handfuls of fettuccine....

Uncooked....
Hudson: I would hope they're not grabbing handfuls of cooked fettuccine!
Max: In your pantry!
Luke:  Yeah....and eating them raw, and she keeps calling them 'chips'. ....How do I make her stop?
Hudson: Is your friend here?
Luke, motioning to Amber: Yeah.
Hudson, to Amber: You're a monster! Words MEAN things! >:[
Galaxy: Does anybody remember- I haven't been to Olive Garden in many moons- but they DO have a like- fettuccine bottle that you can just- grab em out of and chew-
Galaxy: HOLD ON. WAS THIS A PRANK YOU GUYS PULLED ON ME WHEN WE WENT TO OLIVE GARDEN AS KIDS?!?!!?
Galaxy: NO, STOP. EVERYBODY SHUT UP.
DO THEY GIVE YOU RAW FETTUCCINE TO CHEW ON IN THE LOBBY OF OLIVE GARDEN?
Everybody else: [some variation of "No"]
Galaxy, to Hudson and Max: YOU FUKIN BASTARDS!!!
Hudson: YAAAAAAAAAYYY!!!!
Max: THE PRESTIGE!!!
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Luke: You're a loose cannon, Amber.

Amber: No, I'm not. I'm a cannon, maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me?

Galaxy: I think you play by your own rules.

Hudson: No way, she thinks rules were made to be broken.
Luke: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.
Amber: No, I'm just a reckless renegade.
Max is a loose cannon.
Max: *Throws a chair at the wall, breaking both simultaneously*
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Luke: Good responses for being stabbed?

Amber: Rude.
Galaxy: That's fair.
Hudson: Not again..
Max: Are you gonna....want this back? Or can I keep it?
(This one has two versions, the second one just swaps Max and Hudson)
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Luke: Anyone d-
Amber: Depressed?
Galaxy: Drained?
Hudson: Dumb?
Max: Disliked?

Luke: -done with their work...what the hell is wrong with you people...
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That's all for now :P
Hope you enjoyed these stupid things.
Peace ✌️