Phil: Are you living or just jumping from one obsession to the other to run away from yourself?
Wilbur: what are you the coping mechanism police or something?
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Skeppy, holding up a spork: Is this called a spork or a fopoon?
Techno, shaking: If you call that a fopoon please stay far away from me.
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Tommy, singing: COUNTRY GNOMBESSSS TAKE MY BONESSSS
Wilbur, singing with equal enthusiasm: TO A PLACEEEEE THEY DON'T BELONGGGGGG!
Phil: This is why it's so hard to turn my back on you people. Where else, pray tell, are you going to find this kind of quality nonsense.
Techno: west veirginia..
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George: My boyfriend is washing the dishes and I just heard him say "Who do you work for?? Who's your contact?!?" while pushing a glass under the water repeatedly... at least he's having fun?
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Sapnap, trying to be as hot as possible: Whats your darkest desire *lip bite*~
Quackity, deadpan: I want to stare at someone across the street and disappear when a bus passes.
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Skeppy: A ginger bred this man.
Bad: This actually made me question my morality, I'm going to die one day oh my god.
Skeppy:
Skeppy: Good evning?
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Tubbo: It's about time I contributed to the discourse: Bricks are domesticated rocks.
Ranboo, crying and shaking: stop-
Tommy: Let him speak.
