TJ: But... But... They were testing mind control! On monkeys! They're practically the species equivalent of cousins!

Ethan: But you don't need to, your destroying everything!

TJ: They were gonna enslave everyone with their fancy chemical drugs! I couldn't just do nothing. That would be morally reprehensible!

Ethan: No, stop it. That's not how morals should work! I think you need therapy, my friend. Not me though, I'm completely fine.

TJ: It's most definativly how morals work! And if I'm going to therapy, you are too!

Ethan: No and no. Your morals are fucked up and I'm not going to therapy, crying works just fine.

TJ: Nnnnnnnope! *Grabs Ethan by the back of his shirt like dogs carry puppys* We are leaving now! To aquire Therapy! I shall endevour to return once our quest has been completed! Now, onwards Kitten! Henceforth, we ride!

Nabih; "All of you need therapy. I'm literally the only one that doesn't need it... Not sure what to think about that."

TJ: *Telports back* Oh, you too are in need of the much-sought Therapy, not-brother-mine. I see that bottle.

Ethan: *Screeches like a cat thrown into water unexpectedly* nO tHeRaPy!!!!! I don't want to talk about fEeLiNgs!