[Lars rolls his eyes at Lapis while their reflections high-five and elbow each other.]

I dunno, because the person who made this place is deranged?

[Lars crosses his arms, huffing. He catches a glimpse of his reflection in a shard, which is. just a slice of his own hand giving him the bird. okay]

This place just seems to exist to be a pain in the collective ass of the people who get stuck here.

[He pauses, looking a little uncharacteristically sheepish as he glances back up at Lapis from his brattishly folded arms.]

—Hey, uh. So, we should probably try'n put our heads together t'like—get outta here... if you're done goin' completely ape all over the funhouse.