"Hey, here's some Friday Night Funkin' lore for ya! I don't like you."
"No wonder your parents hate you." [laughing]
"You feel that? That's called failure and you better get used to it." [laughing]
"Maybe you should go play Week 1 again." [laughing]
"That was terrible. Just terrible."
"Oh my god! What the hell was that!? What the hell. Was. That?"
"The only thing you're funkin' tonight is your sock." [laughing]
"Can you even feed yourself!? Can you even walk straight?"
"Why am I wasting my time against some baggy-pantsed punk?"
"Why am I wasting my time against some baggy-pantsed fuck?" [laughing]
"I hope you're not some internet streamer screaming like a sociopath right now!"
"If you can't beat me, how are you gonna survive this harsh and cruel world, hmm?"
"You gotta press the arrows, kid. Not slap your keyboard like your blind uncle, what?"
"Eh, you're gettin' closer! I wouldn't brag about it though."
"My dead grandmother has more nimble fingers! C'mon!"
"You just make me wanna cry."
"You're ugly and you can't keep a rhythm! Truly, you are cursed."
"Good lord, what the hell is your problem, man? [burp] Just do it right, please!"
"Man, are you tired of eating shit yet?" [laughing]
"I said let's rock, not suck cock." [laughing]
"'Congratulations, you won!' That's what I would say if you weren't such a goddamn failure." [laughing]
"You know I'm running out of shit to say here so you better beat this sometime today, asshole."
"Maybe if you had more friends, you'd be less depressed and play better, hm?"
"I guess your shitty blue hair dye got in your eyes. It's okay, it happens to all of us."
"Open your fucking eyes, geez."
