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Grian: Hey, Mumbo, how long can someone survive in a washing machine while it’s on?
Mumbo:
Mumbo: Where’s Scar?
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Ren: Wow, Doc, this is like, weeks of work and you did it in days.
Doc, who hasn’t slept since he started this project: Yep.
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Xisuma: Hey, Xizara, it’s trash day, can you take the bin out?
Xizara, to Hels: Wow, can’t believe they have a whole day dedicated to you.
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Scar: Grian, do you ever… think?
Grian: Nope, you?
Scar: No. Mumbo?
Mumbo: I’m surrounded by idiots.
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Etho: Hey, Cleo, can I get a sip of that water?
Cleo: It’s not water.
Etho: Vodka! I like your style!
Cleo: It’s vinegar.
Etho: What…?
Cleo: It’s vinegar, pussy.
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Joey: Hey, Siri, call dad.
Siri: Calling Daddy.
*A photo of Xornoth comes up on the screen as the phone begins ringing, Scott stares in horror and everyone else bursts out laughing*
Joey: Wait, no-
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Gem: Y’know, I’m kind of tired of choosing peace. I wanna commit war crimes.
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Pearl: Grian, why are you staring directly at the sun?
Grian: The sun is bright, it brings people pain trying to convince people to never look. Unfortunately, I’ve never been good at listening to orders.
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Xizara: ‘They’ll never find the body’ Is a boring threat. Threaten people with ‘They’ll never stop finding the body.’
Hels: They’ll be finding pieces of your body for three months, you’ll be alive for at least two of them.
Xisuma: It’s two in the morning, why are you two in my house?!
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