Pisces: This is not a turtle.

Leo: I am fairly confident that this is a turtle.

Pisces: Tutrles, in general, tend to have shells.

Leo: Well we can't all be perfect, Pisces.

Pisces: No, that's just a fact. Turtles have shells.

Leo: Pisces! Shhh! You might hurt it's feelings! This poor little turtle was made fun of by all the other turtle because he didn't have a shell, and now you have to go rubbing it in. Shame on you!

Pisces: But that's not a turtle...? It's a clownfish...?

Leo: How dare you tell this turtle what it can be!

Pisces: ...

Pisces: ...

Pisces: Leo, you're right. It was wrong of me to try to force an identity on this turtle. I say if it wants to be a turtle, then by all means, it shall be a turtle!

Leo: Yay!!

*Meanwhile*

*In the library*

Virgo: *reading*

Aries: *runs into the library* Hey Virgo!

Virgo: Hello Aries.

Aries: Let's play darts!

Virgo: Can't you see I'm reading right now?

Aries: You can do that later. *Drags Virgo away* *They walk down the hall* Okay, you go first. *Hands Virgo a kinfe*

Virgo: This is a knife.

Aries: I call it manly darts.

Virgo: You're certifiably insane.

Aries: Are you going to go of not?

Virgo: *prepares to throw*

Aries: Wait, I'll get Saggy... *Walks into line of fire*

Virgo: Wait- *Accidently throws* *hits Aries*

Aries: *drops to the floor*

Virgo: ARIES!

Aries: *not moving*

Virgo: *Runs over to Aries* Aries! Aries, are you okay?!?! Aries! Say something!

Aries: *opens her eyes* Something. *Holds up rubber knife*

Virgo: ...

Aries: Hah! I finally got you!

Virgo: You're a little monster.

Aries: I actually finally scared you!

Virgo: Next time I'm just watching you bleed.

Aries: That's fair.

Virgo: *Walks away*

Aries: Virgo! Wait!

Virgo: *Stops* What?

Aries: *Smirks* Aren't you going to finish the darts game?

Virgo: *Smiles slightly* Alright.

*Meanwhile*

Scorpio: *phone rings* *Answers phone* What do you want?

Aquarius: Do you answer all your calls this way?

Scorpio: Yes. *Hangs up*

*Phone rings*

Scorpio: *Picks up phone* What do you want?

Aquarius: I need help. I'm in deep trouble.

Scorpio: Good.

Aquarius: We're out of ice cream.

Scorpio: *Sarcasm* Oh my god, that's horrible.

Aquarius: Don't mock my pain! We need ice cream! You have to buy us ice cream!

Scorpio: Why can't you buy it yourself?

Aquarius: Libra and Capricorn refuse to leave the house for something "this stupid," and Saggy lost her lisence remember?

Scorpio: Pfft sucks for you, bye.

Aquarius: SCORPIO WAIT—

Scorpio: *Hangs up*

*Meanwhile*

Gemini: Hey Capricorn! I need help.

Capricorn: I'm so glad you finally admitted that.

Gemini: ...I meant with a thing.

Capricorn: Oh. Please, continue.

Gemini: So you're smart, right? I'm trying to build a treehouse in the back and I need an architect.

Capricorn: I know nothing about architecture. Ask Aquarius, he's the inventor.

Gemini: Aquarius ran outside two hours ago with about sixty dollars and saying something about ice cream.

Capricorn: I see. How much am I getting paid for this?

Gemini: Wheeelllll, I was figuring that this was the sort of thing a friend does for a friend—

Capricorn: We are not friends.

Gemini: Okay, fine, I'll pay you six dollars.

Capricorn: Ten.

Gemini: Eleven!

Capricorn: ...done.

Gemini: You drive a hard bargain, sir.

Capricorn: So do you.

*Meanwhile*

Taurus: *Walks into the room* Libra, we have a problem.

Libra: *Looks up form her book and sighs* If this is about the ice cream, I already told Aquaius—

Taurus: No, this is about something else. One of the hallways has become completely obstructed.

Libra: ...what do you mean?

Taurus: Come on, dude.

*They walk outside*

Libra: Okay, what...? *A knife flies by her face* HOLY CRAP SOMEONE IS THROWING KNIVES DOWN THE HALL????

Taurus: Yeah that's basically the problem and I need to get to the stairs.

Libra: *Storms around the other way* ARIES AND- Virgo...?

Aries: Hi Libra!

Virgo: Uh, hi, Libra.

Libra: Virgo, I'm disappointed in you.

Aries: Hold on, what is more dangerous about throwing knives down the hall than throwing darts?

Taurus: Dude think about what you just said.

Virgo: I am a victim of this situation.

Libra: *Holds up her hands* I don't care. If I see anyone throwing knives again I won't make any more of that pasta thingy you guys like.

Aries: Hold on, let's be reasonable-

Libra: *Storms away*

Aries: *Glares at Taurus* Tattle.

Taurus: *Shrugs* I needed to get to the stairs, dude. *Walks down the stairs*

Aries & Virgo: ...

Virgo: I still beat you by six points.

Aries: Hold on the game was interrupted that doesn't count, we need to finish it.

Virgo: Whatever, I'm not throwing knives again.

Aries: So I win by forefeit? I broke your streak? You've lost your first game of darts?

Virgo: ...

Virgo: That was a cheap move.

Aries: *Smirks* I knew you had a competitive streak.

Virgo: Yeah, it just doesn't show because I always beat you so easily.

Aries: OH, IT IS ON VIRGIN *Throws knife wildly*

Virgo: *Facepalms* Please don't call me that...

*Meanwhile*

Cancer: *Walks in* Hey Saggy, can you help me with dinner? All of the usual cooks are busy.

Saggy: They are?

Cancer: Capricorn is helping Gemini with some thing, Virgo is throwing knives down the hall, and Libra said if anyone disturbs her reading again she'll rip their head off.

Saggy: You know, I'm not sure Capricorn is a great influence on her...

Cancer: So will you help me?

Saggy: I mean yeah, but don't you remember that the last time I cooked something it was full of chili peppers and halapeno sauce?

Cancer: To be fair it was kind of good once your mouth stopped bleeding.

Saggy: Alright, I'll help you out, but I demand creative freedom.

Cancer: ... with a due sense of apprehension, I accept.

Saggy: Okay, I'll get the engine oil, you start looking around for some kind of firestarter. Meet you in the kitchen! *Walks out*

Cancer: ...

Cancer: ...

Cancer: Okay then. *Walks out*