Wilford: You’re my best friend, Dark. I love you so much.
Dark: Okay.
Wilford:
Wilford: Well?
Dark: Alright, fine. You’ve grown on me. Like mold. Endearing mold .
Wilford: You’re my best friend, Dark. I love you so much.
Dark: Okay.
Wilford:
Wilford: Well?
Dark: Alright, fine. You’ve grown on me. Like mold. Endearing mold .