Winter: Martin!

Martin: Hey, Winter--

*Martin paused, as he saw Winter was wearing a full medieval armour*

Martin: Why are you wearing that?

Winter: No time to explain! I came here for your hand in marriage!

Martin: What!?

Qibli: Not so fast!

*Qibli barged in, also wearing armour*

Winter: You dare interrupt, peasant!

Qibli: As if I'll allow Sir Martin to marry you, when he could be marrying me!

Martin: Wait--

Winter: Then, we shall duel to the death! The one who survives, takes Martin as his bride.

Martin: Bride?

Qibli: Very well!

*Both of them pulled out jousting swords*

Winter: Charge!

Qibli: Charge!

*They both ran at each other, swords pointed frontwards. Immediately, Winter's sword wedged under Qibli's wing*

Qibli: *gasp!*

*Qibli staggered back, coughing dramatically. He then reached inside his breastplate, and pulled out a long red ribbon*

Qibli: Dying sounds! Dying sounds!

*the last of red ribbon was out, and Qibli collapsed. Winter ran to him and held him in his arms*

Winter: I'm sorry it had to end like this...

Qibli: It's OK... But, before I die...I want to tell you something.

Winter: Anything.

Qibli: ....I....I...

Qibli: I ate your last brownie.

Winter: ...

Winter: You...ASS!

Qibli: Hehe. OK, I'm dead now.

Winter: *rises head to sky* NOOOOOOO!

Martin: ...I'm going to go *leaves*

Later:

Moonwatcher: So you recorded the whole thing in secret?

Chris: Yep.

Kinkajou: Man, it's hard to watch this video, this is what happens when they don't let me write the script.

Moonwatcher: They're kinda embarrassing themselves.

Turtle: *sniff*

Kinkajou: Turtle?

Turtle: *sobs* ALL THEY WANTED TO DO WAS LOVE!

Kinkajou: *facepalms*