G: We all have a head, a body, a neck and a sound hole so technically we are all ukuleles.
Chron: How do you even come up with these things, G-
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Chron: Punch me in the face.
MM: Punch you?
Chron: Yes, punch me in the face. Didn't you hear me?
MM: I always hear "punch me in the face" when you're speaking, but it's usually subtext.
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PM: Sally is not the problem this year.
JB: When are you gonna get it? Sally's ALWAYS the problem.
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MM: You're the sweetest candything in all of the universe. Sprinkles of sugar on my tasters.
JB: Magi, are you drunk?
MM: Would you arrest me if I was?
JB: ...No..?
MM: You're so polite.
JB: Well.. thank you..? So, how much have you had to drink?
MM: A baby and a half dozen of babies.
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G: There are some things beyond our understanding. We must accept them and learn from them. Because these moments of crisis are also potential moments of faith. A time, when we either come together or fall apart. Nature always has a way of balancing itself. The only question is, what part will we play?
Smol: Did you make that up?
G: No- I read it in a fortune cookie once-
Smol:
G: A really long fortune cookie-
((plot twist, or truth; It really did come from a cookie--))
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Sally: Is your head being a b****?
Sally: Well, fear no more! With this great invention, all your headaches will be gone!
Sally: Now introducing:
Sally: THE GUILLOTINE!!!
Prof. Parrot:
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Rainy: Don't be sad!
Chron: Why not?
Rainy:
Rainy: I don't have a good answer-
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MM: I desire moisture.
JB: Can't you just say "I want water" like a normal person?
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MM: //holding a knife// You know what this is?
Sally: ...A knife?
MM: No. A ketchup piñata stick. If you hit someone hard enough with it, out comes free ketchup with no pain!
MM, mumbling: To the person with the knife, anyways-
Sally:
Sally: AWESOME!
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G: holding a cheese grater: Behold: the cheese disassembler-
Cone: What the f*** did you just call it?
G: Of course this is more dirty-- //puts it back in the sink and pulls out a new one// This is better. The cheese disassembler 3005--
Cone: But- that's a f***ing cheese grater!
G: Shush, my child--
Cone: Uh-
G: Shhhhhhh!
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PM: Where's Isk?
G: They're, uh... busy.
Chron: Being an... idiot.
PM: What kind of idiot?
Chron: The "everything is now on fire" kind.
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Rainy: I wonder who invented the meatball.
Misty: What do you mean "invented"?
Rainy: Well, some guy back in the fifteenth century must have said, "Yes, meat is good, but it would be even better in ball form"-
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MM and JB: //fighting with each other//
JB: //getting beat up considerably//
Chron: . . .We should do something.
Sally: Yeah. Looking good, JB!
~~
Isk: //hands G a cup of punch//
G: Thanks.
Isk: Sure.
G: //staring at the cup in confusion// There's a wiener in my punch.
Isk, focused on watching Sally across the room: Do you think Sally's trying to make Crooked jealous?
Sally, obnoxiously dancing with Prof. Parrot: Wow, Blue! You're such a good dancer! So much better than Crooked!
Cone, next to them: //continues dancing, a little confused//
Prof. Parrot, dancing really badly: //accidentally karate-chops Sally in the face//
Sally, getting knocked out and falling on her butt: OW!
Isk: from across the room, curiously watching it all unfold: Did you see that???
G, still staring at their punch, holding the wiener they took out of the cup: Ah, I'll drink it.
