Chase: You Shouldn’t Be Using A Straw

Anti, scurrying across the kitchen floor with his little raccoon hands at three am: WHERE is the appley juice

Marvin, fending him off with a flyswatter: JACKIE THE CREATURE IS BACK

Henrik, frantically looking through a first-aid kit: why did you fill it with Cheetos?!

Chase, bleeding out: I dunno, I thought it was funny at the time

With today’s Unus Annus video about the casket, I’m almost 100% sure they’re going to bury the dummy they made

Jameson: uh oh! Someone’s under the mistletoe!

Anti, cornered in the garage: *hisses*

Anti: why do I have to be the evil one?

Marvin: I don’t know. Why am I the pretty one? We all have our roles

I walk past the sliding glass door to get to my living room, and you know what I see?

Banana on a mug

What I like to think happened after the new Marvin video:

Marvin pulls his hand back from the orb with a gasp. He sits there for a moment, cradling his stung hand. What on earth had he just seen?

He jumps when the door opens, and light streams in. He hisses and brings an arm up to shield his eyes. Marvin hears someone, presumably one of his brothers, sigh.

“Marvin,” they say, and he realizes it’s Henrik. “Stop being edgy and turn on the light.”

JBM: I need you to do this one favor for me

Anti: I can’t, it goes against my moral compass

JBM: your moral compass is a FUCKING ROULETTE WHEEL

Anti: I hate you.

Jameson, signing: no you don’t

Anti, bitterly: no, I don’t.

Chase: love is cheap.... but this booze is cheaper

Marvin, concerned and looking into Chase’s bottle: this is just vinegar