I'm sorry if you find the style of my writing wierd for this, but I thought it would work for this article.

Now let's begin

Belle, Boco, and Salty are in a shed, hanging out

Salty: Hey Belle, do you have anything to drink?
Belle: Yeah, in the fridge.
Boco: Hey Salty, can you get me a glass of malk?
Salty: They don't have any malk, but I can get you some milk.
Belle: That's what he just said.
Boco: Yeah, I just want some malk.
Salty: No no, you're saying it wrong. You're saying malk like it's a disease.
Belle: *laughs* How do you say it?
Salty: I'm saying it the way others oughta say it, which is milk. M-I-L-K.
Belle: Right, like 2%
Boco: Yeah, whole malk.
Salty: No, say milkshake.
Boco: Milkshake.
Salty: Ok, now say milk.
Boco: Malk.

This made Salty cross

Salty: Are you hearing this?
Belle: Yeah. This diesel want's a glass of mulk.
Salty: Mulk?
Belle: Give him the mulk Salty!
Mavis: *Arrives* Belle? Inside voices please.
Belle: Sorry Mavis. These male engines
Mavis: *leaves*
Boco: SALTY!! Poor me, a glass, of malk!!
Salty: Why are you yelling at me?
Belle: Just give him the friggin mulk Salty.
Salty: You guys aren't even saying the same thing!
Boco: We're all saying malk Salty!!!
Salty: You're saying malk! She's saying mulk
Belle: MULK!
Boco: Malk!
Belle: Muuuulk
Boco: *singing* maaalk.
Salty: *Grabs gun* SHUT UP!! SHUT UP!! *points gun at head*

Suddenly, Boco, and Belle grabbed a gun, and pointed them at Salty.

Belle: You better put it down Salty!
Boco: Don't do it Salty!
Salty: You're gonna shoot me if I shoot myself?! That doesn't make any sense!!!!
Belle & Boco: *point guns at their head* Salty, put it down now!!
Salty: PUT YOUR GUNS AWAY!!!
Belle: I don't want you dead!!!
Salty: I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF OVER THIS!!
Boco: You're like a brother to me Salty!! Your buffers are like brothers to me!!!
Salty: AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH-

At Salty's house

Salty: *on a phone* and then after that, we pull the trigger, all of us.
Boco: *opens oven* *on another phone at his house* No, we are not filming something like that.
Salty: Why not?
Boco: I don't know, it just seems.. Dark, I don't know *puts freight car in oven* Now you stay in there, Salty I have to call you back, I'm really busy. *closes oven door*