I love you, too, Pac

"Pac-Man, please. You gotta believe me."

"Done too much of it already, Blue. You been given more chances than a laundromat owner’s son and that’s got people talkin'."

"Talkin’ about what? You know you get crazy when you take those big pellets, Pac."

"Yeah, real crazy. Another thing that makes me crazy is findin’ Ms. Pac-Man in a dumpster strung out on all the rotten fruit that disappears before I can get to it. And the fact that she's got a black pixel next to a blue pixel under her eye pixel - that's when I get turbo, Blue. So stop stallin' before I start makin' you drip red pixels, see?"

"That's just it, Pac, she's always in that dumpster. It’s not fruit, it’s Pellets. She's a Pelleter, pal, you know that. And you gave her that pixel a couple nights ago. Got 2 stars for it, too, cops came but they were gone once they couldn’t find ya. You gotta remember!”

"Why you no good-”

"Ow!"

"Deceivin'-"

"Stop it, Pac, I didn't do nothin'!"

"Pac-Folk chasin' son of-”

"Ow, you're on the big pellets, Pac, you ain't thinkin' straight! OW!"

"Good-guy corruptin'-"

"There's a paper in your pocket!"

"Huh? Start makin' sense, Blue."

"Just check your pocket, buddy, please. You wrote it to yourself, it’ll explain everything.”

"You better not b- Oh Blue, oh man. I’m sorry. I shoulda believed you, Pal. My head ain’t right.”

"It’s my fault too, Pac, I just get so anxious and paranoid when people take them big pellets, but you and the misses gotta stop all this. We ghosts ain't your enemies anymore, we got bigger fish to fry nowadays.”

“Mother Brain.”

“If she figures out the code she’ll copy and paste it into every ghetto in this universe and it’ll be game over. Don’t ya see?”

“I remember now. Oh Blue, I messed it all up, didn’t I? Like I always do. You ever wish someone would just pull the plug and end it all? Reset the high scores and start fresh?”

“Everybody goes through that, Pac, but it ain’t gonna do- NO! Put it down, Pac, you ain’t gettin’ high in front of me no more. Dammit, roll yourself upright, we’re gettin’ you cleaned up.”

“No, leave me alone, Blue. It’s easier that way.”

“Easier for who? And it ain’t your choice no more, roll upright or I’m gonna break your jaw.”

“Alright, I’m tryin’.”

“I ain’t fallin’ for those Squirtle eyes this time, Pac, stop cryin’ and roll your ass upright!”

“They ain’t Squirtle eyes, Blue. I guess I just thought nobody cared about me no more.”

“Of course we care, Pal, we’re just sick of your shit. Now roll upright or you’re gonna get fucked up.”

“Thanks, Blue, I love ya, man.”

“I love you, too, Pac, now get your ass in that Spy Hunter.”