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Hanako: Hopefully, Osoro has learned a lesson about respecting other people's feelings.
Osoro: Oh, shut up and die, Hanako.
Osoro: I’m telling you, my team is competent.
Umeji, rushing in: Osoro! Gaku tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!
Midori: I have an idea.
Mai: A good idea?
Midori: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Shoku: That sounds super! Doesn’t that sound super, Geiju?
Geiju: No.
Shoku: I think I speak for Geiju when I say it sounds really super.
Kuroko: So anyways have you guys seen Ayano?
Akane: I think they went in Megami's room 'studying'.
Shiromi: Doubt that. I heard groans there.
*Meanwhile in Megami's room*
Ayano & Megami, fighting:
Ayato: Don't worry, I've got a few knives up my sleeve.
Taeko: I think you mean cards.
Ayano: He did not.
Ayato, pulling out knives: I did not.
Midori: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier.
Taro: Violently reads.
Raibaru: Violently studies.
Otohiko: Violently sleeps.
Fred: Violently shoots pictures.
Budo: Violently martial artses.
Ayano: Violently murders people.
Osana: Violently worries about the previous statement.
Ayano: I could kill you if I wanted.
Info-chan: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.
Oka: My aesthetic is "would be suspected of witchcraft by small town citizens."
Tsuruzo: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me.
Shozo: But they said not to touch the masterpieces.
Tsuruzo: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall.
Tokuko, on a walkie talkie: This is Tokuko, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.