“Ed felt faint. Milk shake, as it turned out, was much less handy in your veins then, say, oxygen.”

“Father, we come to You, Father, in the name of the Father, Father we come to You, Father, Father, just, just, Father, Father...' You don't talk to you friends like that. 'Ed, Ed, come over, Ed, Ed, Ed, you are, Ed, Ed, Ed, Ed, Ed, Ed, ooh, Ed, Ed, Ed' - he wouldn't be your friend anymore if you did that! Like, 'You keep saying Ed...my name's Joe!”

“Like a milk mustache, faint traces of you persist; love leaves evidence.”

“You Are The Milk To My Shake, forever and ever. Love, J”

“...big as a horse turd floating in a milk shake."Wyatt Dixson”

“Ed, "I hate deserts. There is nothing but sand *collapses* If there was some grass I could turn it into bread. I'm starving! Huh? Hey! Al' where'd you go? Al? Hey!"Al, "Down here! *Al's hand emerges from the sand beneath Ed and grabs Ed's leg*"Ed, "AHH!!"Al, "I sunk again. . ."(cut to later, after Ed dug Al out)Al, "I get full."Ed, "Full of what? *kicks Al and sand falls out of his chest plate and buries Ed*"Al, "Hahahaha. . .hahaha. . .haha. . . ha. . . *still laughing, inches away from Ed*"Ed, "*bursts out of sand and starts running after Al* Get back here!"Al, "What are you going to do?"Ed, "Nothing!"Al, "Than why are you chasing me?"Ed, "Stop and you'll find out!"Al, "I promise I won't get buried again!"Ed, "Not unless it's by me!"Al," Ed!"Ed, "Rrrrrrrrr!”