WB: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere*
Bucket: Where did you get that?
WB: My pocket.
Bucket: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?
WB: Skills.
(You are both objects with water inside of you, why do you need a cup of it?)
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WB, about RCherry: They're covered in blood again. Why is it they're always covered in blood?
Bucket: Well, it looks like it's their own blood this time.
(RCHERRY)
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RCherry: *on the phone* Hey Bucket, do you know my blood type?
Bucket: Of course, it's B-.
RCherry: Oh, I guessed wrong. Excuse me, nurse-!
(Probably the continuation of the previous quote lmao)
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RCherry: Blue M&Ms are the best.
LCherry: whAT IS THIS SLANDER?
RCherry: What about it? They are.
LCherry: I WILL NOT ALLOW SUCH LIES ON MY CHRISTIAN MINECRAFT SERVER!
LCherry: THE RED ONES ARE THE BEST!
RCherry: YEAH? WELL YOUR MOM'S A HO!
Chocolate: They're all chocolate inside, the colors don't mean anything.
Bucket: I like the yellow ones.
RCherry and LCherry: SHUT THE FUCK YOUR MOUTH!
(It's the green ones, the green ones are the best)
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LCherry: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone.
RCherry: Mine just says "RCherry no."
LCherry: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.
(accurate)
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LCherry: We've been conducting an ongoing study to see what Bucket will and will not eat.
Chocolate: Grass? Yes!
LCherry: Moss? Yes!!
Chocolate: Leaves? Ohh, yes!
LCherry: Shoelaces? Strange but true!
Chocolate: Worms? Sometimes!
LCherry: Rocks? Usually nah.
Chocolate: Twigs? Usually!
LCherry: WB's cooking? Inconclusive!
RCherry: How did you... test this?
LCherry: You just hand them stuff and say 'eat this' and if they eat it, they eat it.
RCherry: ... I don't know how to feel about this.
WB: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?
(I need to do more of LCherry and Chocolate's friendship because believe it or not they are both very chaotic under the correct circumstances)
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Bucket: What's it like being tall?
Bucket: Is it nice?
Bucket: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?
WB: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want.
LCherry: It was one time!
(LCherry is determined. I wonder what it was that he wanted though)
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*Casually in the Middle of a High Stakes/Dangerous Situation*
RCherry: How do you eat pickles?
Bucket: What do you mean?
RCherry: I mean, there's a whole process. It's not like you can grab them from the jar with your hand, because it's cold and the juice burns if you have a cut, plus, it's pretty unsanitary. And you can't use a spoon because you'll have to scoop it out, and it'll be way too difficult to grab more than three or four without taking 10 minutes along with half the brine in the jar, even if it's one with holes.
Bucket: Yeah, that's why you use a fork.
RCherry: Okay, sure, but what if you don't have one of the big ones clean? It's weird to use a small one. But there is always one of those smaller sharp knives clean.
Bucket: But the straight edge doesn't really fit the cylindrical shape, and you have to make sure you don' t break it, it's too much work.
RCherry: It makes me feel like I deserve the pickles though. Like, "Yeah, I did it. That's right. Good job me." It's empowering. But even after that, it's not like you can use a bowl.
Bucket: I get that, it's not ascetically pleasing.
RCherry: Exactly! And it looks weird if you don't entirely fill the bowl, but you also can't eat that many. My solution: Use a mug.
Bucket: *Nods in agreement*
WB: That is all very interesting, BUT WE'RE TRYING NOT TO DIE RIGHT NOW!
Chocolate: USE YOUR LIMITED ATTENTION SPANS AND FOCUS!
RCherry: Jeez, okay.
Bucket: Quit yelling at us already.
(I can't put in any input, I think pickles are one of the most disgusting things a person can eat)
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Bucket: The ritual. To preform it requires a sacrifice.
WB: Sacrifice? I nominate LCherry.
LCherry: Wait, what?
WB: Because you're little, you'll fit on a barbecue.
LCherry: I'm 5'4, it's like average height in some of the world!
Bucket: Its not that kind of of sacrifice guys!
(Once again no input)
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Chocolate: Hello all, it is I, your favorite person.
RCherry: Actually, LCherry is my favourite.
Chocolate: Okay then, it is I, that bitch.
(:])
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Bucket, confused and exasperated: Chocolate, how do you plan on telling a bear to go vegan?
Chocolate: Politely
(Depending on the type of bear it might listen to you)
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LCherry: You made enough pasta that you could take it to lunch tomorrow. Put it in a container.
RCherry: Shovel the pasta into your face. Do it. Put it in your face. The future is meaningless but the pasta is now.
(I love their dynamic)
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WB: I'm so tired of this life. I want to be a roomba. I want knives taped to me. And I want to be set loose.
(Mood)
