[~]Gravity Falls[~]Next Generation[~]Not accepting[~]

[turing]

I hear a ring."Hello?". I call into the phone.

[fab!.]

"Oh Hey Grunkle Ford." Dipper greets. "I did something really bad - and I kind of need your help." Well, it wasn't so bad - but if he over exaggerated, it'd probably persuade Ford more.

[turing]

I narrow my eyes slightly."Okay, so, what do you want me to do about it?". I say, kind of rudely.

[fab!.]

Dipper rolls his eyes. "Demon trap. How do you do them?" Dipper asks seriously, although a grin was forming.

[turing]

I shake my head, grabbing my temple."I know what you're going to do Dipper.". I say with a huff.

[fab!.]

"Of course you do." Dipper chuckles down the phone. "I only want it in certain room though. Honestly, he deserves it. I warned him time and time again."

[turing]

I roll my eyes."I'm not helping you. Go look it up in the journals, oh, wait we got rid of them for a reason.". I say with anger.

[fab!.]

"Oh alright then, I'll just figure out how to do it myself. If there's some sort of explosion, and everyone dies, it's your fault." Dipper grumbles, huffing and rolling his eyes.

[turing]

I roll my eyes, again."Yeah, sure. You're not a baby and this is on you.". I say concluding this call, i end the call.

[fab!.]

Dipper rolls his eyes, before trying to decide what to do. He heads into the kitchen, grabbing the stuff he thought he would need, and then heading into the living room, sprinkling stuff all over the place. Honestly, he didn't know if it'd work, and if it didn't he'd probably have another huge falling out with Bill - but this was just a simple joke, nothing too serious.