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Bacon and Spepticle: Trick or Treat!
Clutch: *pulls out a deck of cards* Oh, I’ve got a trick!
Bacon: I mean… We’d prefer a treat…
Clutch: …Then get the fuck off my property.
Ro: I heard Zam got banned?
Mapicc: Yup, for something he didn't do.
Ro: What didn't he do?
Mapicc: Run fast enough.
Manager: Would a Mr. Planet come to the front desk?
Planet, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?
Manager, pointing to Jaron and Bacon, I believe they belong to you?
Jaron and Bacon, simultaneously: We got lost
Planet: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-
Vitalasy: Subz...
Subz: Oh no, 'Subz' in B flat.
Subz: You're disappointed.
Bacon: What’s the nice french place we went to called again?
Planet: France?
Bacon That’s the one
Rek: *picks up his phone* What, I’m busy.
Branzy: Do you think drinking 36 cans of red bull consecutively would make me finally able to kill Clown?
Rek:
Rek: I’m on my way
Reddens: Someone care to explain why we have 6 dogs in the hall?
Ashswag: They're golden retrievers, dude. They retrieve gold. I did this for us
Reddoons: This is my wall of inspirational people.
Don: Is that a picture of you?
Redoons: I can admit that i am often inspired by myself.
Branzy: you have to be nice
Clown: i am
Branzy: you threatened them with a knife
Clown: but i didn't stab them
Zam: What do you want from me?!
Leo: *eating a kitkat without breaking it*
Zam: PLEASE, STOP
Jaron: There is no ‘i’ in ‘team’ but there is one in ‘pizza’
Bacon: So that means you won’t share your pizza.
Jaron, shoving it all into his mouth: Absolutely not.
Zam: How do people not swear??? Like where does their anger go?? How do they show their enthusiasm??? What if they stub their toe??? Like saying golly gosh isn't really going to cut it man
Redoons: What are your goals?
Ashswag: To pet all the dogs.
Redoons: No, fitness goals.
Ashswag: To be able to run fast enough to pet all the dogs
Spoke: HELP! I TOLD PARROT I’D MAKE DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!
Bacon, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?
Poafa: I think I’m having a mid-life crisis
Mappic: You’re like 16 years old.
Poafa: I MIGHT DIE AT 30
Branzy: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?
Clown: You mean literally or figuratively?
Branzy: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify
Mid: Sorry I’m late, I was busy.
Leo: *enters the room, noticeably disheveled* SHE PUSHED ME DOWN THE STAIR
Leo: *laying on the floor*
Cube: Are you okay?
Leo: I’d die for some orange juice.
Cube: *grabbing orange juice* Here
Leo: *drinks juice*
Leo: *dies*