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Fwhip: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?
Sausage: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Pearl?
Pearl: Probably “road work ahead”.
Gem: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.
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Scott: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things.
*Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*
Fwhip: *Out of breath* HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.
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Pixl: Okay, truth or dare?
Fwhip: Truth
Pixl: How many hours have you slept this week?
Fwhip:
Fwhip: ...Dare
Pixl: Go to bed.
Fwhip: I don’t like this game.
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Katherine: WHY. why did you give Shelby a KNIFE?!
Lizzie: I’m sorry. She said she felt unsafe.
Katherine: Now I feel unsafe!
Lizzie: I’m sorry.
Lizzie: ... would you like a knife?
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Katherine: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?
Gem: Rude.
Pearl: That’s fair.
Lizzie: Not again.
Shelby: Are you going to want this back?
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Jimmy: We need to distract these guys
Joel: Leave it to me
Joel: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.
Sausage, Fwhip, and Pixl: *Immediately begin arguing*
Scott, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.
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Joel: You wanna see how hardcore I am?
Joel: *punches wall*
Joel:
Joel: Take me to the hospital.
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Joey: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.
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False: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress
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Scott: Schrödinger’s cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day.
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PLUS BONUS RANCHERS!
Jimmy: Stop buying plastic skeletons for Halloween! It's terrible for the environment!
Tango: Yeah! Locally sourced, all natural skeletons are much more environmentally friendly!