Vincent: Aaron, you tracked mud all over the carpet!

Aaron: Now that right there is a mess!

Vincent: I just had it cleaned yesterday, Aaron!

Aaron: I'm not responsible for this! I've been jamming on the saxophone all morning.

Vincent: They're clearly your footprints, Aaron!

Aaron: Then there's an impostor on the loose!

Vincent: They lead directly to you!

Aaron: Clue number 1. The impostor is a phantom.

Vincent: Aaron, stop avoi-

*Nuke blows up*

Vincent: Aaaaaarooon!

Aaron: Happy birthday!

Vincent: It's not- Please tell me you had nothing to do with this!

Aaron: Why don't you blow out your candle?

Vincent: You've gone too far this time, Aaron!

Aaron: What's that? It's hard to hear you over the sound of melting city!

Vincent: How did you even do this?

Aaron: A dollop of fairy dust.

Vincent: Aaron!

Aaron: I ripped a tag off a mattress.

Vincent: This isn't funny, Aaron!

Aaron: Who's laughing? Clearly not all the people who just exploded.

Vincent: I'm leaving! I had enough of this!

Aaron: But think of all the perfectly roasted faces we get to munch on now!

Vincent: But why?

Aaron: Because we're friends. And friendship is two pals munching on a well cooked face together.

Vincent: That isn't friendship, Aaron! That's sick!

Aaron: Well then, you're probably not gonna like your birthday decorations.

Vincent: It's not even my- Oh my god...

*cooked faces attached to balloons float down*

Aaron: SURPRISE!

Vincent: Ah, oh no, ahhh...

Aaron: I'm sorry. I thought you liked faces. Obviously, there's a miscommunication.

Vincent: This is awful, Aaron!

Aaron: You're right. It's not nearly as tasty as I pictured it in my head.

Vincent: I think I'm gonna throw u- oh god, one touched me!

Aaron: This was clearly the wrong way to go!

Vincent: You think, Aaron?

Aaron: What can I say? I expected them to be cooked more. Raw faces are just gross.

Vincent: But that isn't the problem, Aaron! Why do you think any of this was a good idea?

Aaron: Probably because I'm a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence.

Vincent: Oh...

Aaron: I don't understand how you keep forgetting that.