One: "Oh, darn. I got replaced by a clown, a dandy, a goof, a kid, a prick, a liar, a sentimental fool, a goth, a hipster, and goodness, I'm going to look like a twelve year old in a silly bow tie and even worse hat!"
Eleven: "What?! Silly? What d'you mean, silly? Bow ties are cool-"
One: "And just what exactly does 'Geronimo' mean, dear fellow?"
Two: And what do you think you're doing wearing a bow tie anyway--that was MY thing!
Three: Well *I* wore it better!
Four: I'd pit my scarf against any raggedy old bow tie!
Five: Well--
Six: Well what, you've got a vegetable for a lapel!
Five: Sorry, I couldn't hear you, could you turn down that coat of yours?
Seven: Oh, you lot. Get over yourselves. We're all wearing our own fashionable styles, this is no rrroom for fashion bashing
Eight: I agree
Nine: Oh, how nice. The suck-up is literally sucking up to himself
Ten: Oi, cut that out. Don't make me separate you two
Six: I'd like to see them fight. A bit of bloodbath between the two should do the trick
Four: You incomprehensible fool. Don't you realize our future selves would cease to exist after this is all over?
(Twelve walks in.)
Twelve: What the fuck d'ya think you all are fucking doin' ya idiots?!
All: ....
Three: Good heavens..
Ten: Blimey, 11, what did you do?!
Eleven: .....
(Fourth walks in)
Four: Do all you people care for some Jelly Babies?
