Angel: What all of you need is some Love Advice from this Sexy Chica... now who is ready to smooch?
Zapp: I would kiss you, but I am not sure I could do so without injury.
Marevelous: Does your Love Advice involve stabbing your smoochee in the mouth? That thing looks like a kiss prevention device.
Saddle Rager: I think it’s cool.
Marevelous, Sure, but you wouldn’t kiss her.
Hum Drum: Doesn’t food get stuck in it?
Midnight: Of course it does, mouth piercings get infected over food residue and improper cleaning all the time.
Marevelous: You want to give Love Advice and smooches when your mouth’s a death trap?
Matterhorn: Says the mare whose mouth’s a cesspool.
Marevelous: A smoochable, fruit flavored cesspool that won’t give you tetanus.
Matterhorn: Not yet.
Hum Drum: Wait! I know how not to get tenitis!
Saddle Rager: Kid cracked the code.
Zapp: Oh, that is much easier!
Radiance: If you’re done complaining about her lip spike, I’m ready to smooch now.
Matterhorn: Oh brother.
Matterhorn: Is NOPONY going to keep their mouth to themselves?
Saddle Rager: Well, you are. Hold on. Despite the clear surplus of cheek kissing going on here, my PDA senses are tingling.
Saddle Rager: Probably. It’s your turn to yell at her.
Matterhorn: MAREVELOUS! How many times do we have to tell you to keep your tongue to yourself?
Marevelous: You don’t own me!