Knife: “What’s it like when you and OJ cuddle? It’s like-”

Knife: *Moves up and hugs paper, making a horrible impression of him* “Babe, we’re so fucking rich~”

Paper:  *Wheezing, trying to get knife off him* 

Knife, still cuddling: “Babe, I have enough money to by a lambo today~”

Paper, hysterically laugh: “Shut up!-”

Knife, laughing a little: “We’re rich enough to by a country~”