Bipper: you're right. I hate you.

Wipper: don't be like that. It's all in good fun. And you agreed to this.

Bipper: I didn't think I'd have to kiss an old man! Especially Fordsy!

Wipper: think of it this way: the sooner you do it, the sooner you can forget about it.

Bipper: mmm... Fine. *walks away* I don't even know where the guy is...

Wipper: about the nicknames, my favorite would have to be... Cinnamon roll. Who doesn't like cinnamon rolls?

Bipper: *walks back in with a black eye and a singed shirt*

Wipper: okay, what happened?

Bipper: I found him. And I got that kiss but then he punched me and I was shot at 3 times. Don't ever ask me to do that again.

Wipper: you still have a question to answer.

Bipper: oh. Right. Pinetree's off somewhere probably possessing Shooting Star's old toys. *laughs* I've been a terrible influence...

Wipper: thanks for the dare and questions! We'll see you next time! Bye-bye! 💙