Isn't it simple what happens here?
Bungale: Yeah. It is.
Risa: Is there any animatronics that really bug you?
Bungale: I never liked Balloon Boy. He always gets my servos in a bunch...
Elijah: Can I have a cupquake?
Bungale: Sure! *looks for a cupcake* Hey, who took the last cupcake?
Lindsay: Crap, those were for somebody?! *face is stuffed with cupcakes*
Golden Lindsay: Have you seen Lindsay anywhere? I'm looking for her.
Bungale: *not there, a sign saying 'Sorry! Out of order' is there instead*
Golden Lindsay: Worthless. All of you...*storms off*
Bungale: *comes out of hiding* Absolute stupid...
Holly the Fox: I saw what happened there. Have you seen Serena, my mother? I just can't find her anywhere!
Bungale: To the left! Somewhere near the 4th Party Room.
Holly the Fox: Ok thanks! *runs to 4th Party Room*
Bungale: Good luck, hope you find her.
Ivan the Iguana: can I borrow a spare bungee cord?
Bungale: For your information, IT'S MY TAIL!
Aaron: Hey, do you like Foxy? Do you think he's any good? Just curious, man.
Bungale: He's OK, just a bit snappy when it comes to 'Who is going to kill the guard'.
Willow: *in disguise* Are you single? I heard of a lovely young lady who would love to be your girlfriend.
Bungale: No thanks, I'm already paired.
Dracon: How do you hang by your bungee cord tail? Does it even gave mussels in it?
Bungale: It's not too hard, actually. Due to something in the tail I have, it sticks to surfaces very easy. And no, it doesn't have a single mussel. That would hurt.
Dracon: O_O ok then.
Spring: Halp, I'm being chased by a gray bear with yellow stripes or something all over it.
Bungale: Excuse me a sec... *leaps over onto the grey bear with yellow on it, and rips it apart* ...A bit overkill. But hey, you're welcome.
The grey bear suddenly comes back to life somehow, as a walking, ripped apart suit with endoskeleton and disformed parts popping out everywhere.
Spring: He can't die and he's from dah future!! D:
Bungale: On second thought... RUUUUUN! *dashes away*
???: How on earth do you pronounce your name?
Bungale: Bun-gale. That's it.
Frika:What do you think about me?
Bungale: You're OK, just a bit freaky for my tastes.