“Just one last candleeee…” Box Club Leader carefully placed his last candle down. Finally, he can start making a sacrifice to the Box God! Until two idiotic gay people rush in and run around the room.

Making sure to (accidentally) knock over every single candle as they play cars. Box Club Leader groans in frustration. “Can you please take this out of my ritual!? I'm trying to work here!”

Only to be met with Shapesmith's giggles, “But we wanna play cars with you! I'm the red one, Hankie's the green one, and I saved the purple one just for you!” Hank joins in, “Yeah, yeah! Plus, you never play with us!”

“Because you buffoons act like children!” Box Club Leader snaps before Hank peps up, “I technically am-” only to be cut off by Box Club Leader pulling his hair.

“We all are! Just- shut up! You're ruining everything!!!”

Hank and Shapesmith both pause. They make eye contact for a good few seconds before they slowly walk over and hug him tightly. “Sorry…” they murmurs in union.

Box Club Leader sighs before shrinking into their arms. “... it's okay. I'm just overstimulated and… I love you.” Shapesmith chuckles before kissing his box's left side. “Does that mean I can get McDonald's chicken nuggies for dinner?”