Dipper didn't trust Tad. What the other wanted or what he was planning was all a mystery. So he instead chose to focus on what he knew, and that was what Bill wanted. This is because if Bill wanted it then nobody did. After a quick glance at the other members of his family, he could see that they shared his thoughts.

"Tad." Dipper called.

Bill's eyes snapped to his for a second, amused as Tad answered with a concise, "Yes?"

"What would happen if we destroyed that bottle?"

The sound of the small engine in Ford's gun whirred to life as the man aimed it.

"Well, I suppose I would have gotten what I came here for." Tad answered cheerily.

Ford instantly shot at it, he missed by an inch as Bill pulled his and Tad's arm downward.

"Hey!" Bill shouted, "This is between me and my friend here."

Dipper took a few steps forward as Ford aimed again.

"What do you want with that anyway Bill?" He asked.

Ah, that expression wasn't a good one. No, Dipper thought it to be what some would call bone-chilling.

"This guy right here? He ain't so great, just a bundle of all things boring, simple, and stupid." he replied as he jerked his arm again to avoid yet another shot. "But you wanna know what he is good for?"

There was a feeling now that had been growing since Bill began insulting the other. Dipper felt as if the air was being compressed and burned, he wasnt sure what Tad was at this point. He was certain the other was a demon of some kind, and maybe he still was, but there appeared to be more to him than being just a demon. The sound of glass cracking was soon heard as Tad gripped the bottle even harder.

"Hey there..." Bill began as he returned his gaze to Tad's, "Careful, we ain't finished."

After this, Bill used his other hand to dig into Tad's wrist as he continued, "I guess you could say he is good at making things happen. Changing them even. Just look at what he did here. He ain't great, but for others what he has can do a lot. A regular old wish granter under the right circumstances." He then smirked as he finished with, "It's just to bad your best wishes don't work for yourself, huh Tad?"

The other stiffened before letting out a tired breath.

"I don't like you, Bill." he answered flatly; simply.

Stan, who had been slowly approaching from the back to sneak around Bill, failed and fell flat on his face upon lunging for him. It was then that all hell broke loose as the rest of the Pines charged forward.