What A Nightmare

“I... I'm cold. Why is it so cold?”

“Uhhhh... No. No! I'm not doing this.”

“I can't see you. Everything is dark.”

“No, I refuse to do this. Not even going to look. I'm just swimming into this corner. Not participating.”

“Help...”

“Jesus christ, you sick fucks! Do you hear me? I'm not going to be a part of this!”

“Hey! Hey. It's just a body suit. Come back. Look, a costume. I'm okay.”

“Is that supposed to be funny?! Where is the humor in this situation, huh?! Holy shit, what a nightmare.”

“Well, now that you mention it, there isn't much to work with. I guess we could just poop.”

“Poop?”

“Yeah, poop. Pooping is funny. You poop, then I poop.”

“You're going to poop?”

“Ghost poop.”

“I guess that's funny.”

“You take a big dump, a big cloud of poop, then I'll take a big poop, and we'll swim around and gasp and have big X's over our eyes and float away.”

“All right. I mean, if it means we can wrap this up. Listen, sorry I lost it back there, I...”

“POOP NOW!”