Wilford: Look! I made a marshmallow Dark. His arms are crossed because he’s mad at all the other marshmallows for annoying him.
Wilford: Do you like it?
Dark: [holding back his tears] It’s okay.
Wilford: Look! I made a marshmallow Dark. His arms are crossed because he’s mad at all the other marshmallows for annoying him.
Wilford: Do you like it?
Dark: [holding back his tears] It’s okay.