Bri: Boooooooooooooooreeeeeeeeeeeed
MoMo: Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiied
Bri: This is a stupid class. I HATE SCIENCE
MoMo: I kinda like it, but L.A. is much better.
Bri: I'm wearing the most comfortable shoes ever. They're like, massaging my feet, duuuude.
MoMo: Okay… Yeah… Sure Bri. That sounds great.
Bri: Dylan, would you like to say something?
Dylan(looking frightened and nausiated): No, I would not.
Bri: Are you SURE?
Dyaln: Wow. I just, can't beleive that. Bri, you need to get out more. Seriously.
Bri: Thanks a lot Dylan.
MoMo: Dylan, you're an idtiot. I'm having technical diffficultys. I think i'ts the green glassses! hELP ME
Bri: Ok, we're calming down now, MoMo. Caaaaaaaaaalming down. No! Bad MoMo! Stop hitting me with your lucky charms!! Nooo!!! Dang you, Irish!!!
MoMo: Ireland ROCKS… or maybe… ShamROCKS!!!!!! Heh heh.
Bri: Woooooooow…. Maybe it's not ME that needs to get out more, Dylan….
MoMo: Ach! I can't see! My glasses… they're gone! Nooooooooooooo!!!
Bri: Heeeey.. Trevor… you want to say something on our conversation on my website?
Trevor: I am…. OK.
MoMo: C'mon Trevor… You know you want to!
Bri: Come on, Trevor….. let's go to Caaaaaandy Mountain, Trevor!!
MoMo: jslj
Megan: MINE is the most common!
Dylan: Yeah, I know so many people with that last name…
Bri: I think they're talking about last names…
MoMo: What the heck?! Monkey! Sorry, that just slipped out. Oh, by the way, MoMo isn't even PRESENT in the phonebook!!!! Ooh– burneth!
Bri: That 'burneth' thing is really starting to get wierd… You want to talk on this, Dylan?
Dylan: No, I'm just looking at this..
MoMo: Whoa… everythings GREEN… AWESOME!!!
Dylan: Staring off into space…
Megan: Gowd, I hate this thing! I don't want this, and I don't want this.
Mrs. B: Alright, you have about ten minutes left to become experts.
Megan: STOP!
Dylan: Sorry! I was just looking at this thing… *mumble mumble* petifile *muble mumble* I did not!
Bri: You all have such interesting conversations
Dylan: wooooow, how did you find all this stuff out?
Megan: Why would I tell you?
Dylan: Fine, fine! (pouts)
MoMo: Turkeys SuCk! But Monkeys RoCk!! Or… ShamRoCk!
Bri: NOT MONKEYS, MOMO!! Well… we'd better sign off… say goodnight, MoMo… time to take your crazy pills…
MoMo: Goodnight, MoMo…
