Time to focus on the two older brothers now.
Hunter: ...I'm pretty sure that place is fire-proof, or something.
Cyrus, grenade in hand: Alright, but is it explosion-proof?
Cyrus: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it.
Cyrus: Everything will be fine. You have no choice.
Hunter: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that?
Cyrus: Ominous positivity.
Hunter: Dammit, you ruin everything!
Cyrus: You're welcome.
Hunter: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies.
Cyrus: You're too young to have enemies.
Hunter: You don't even know.
Cyrus: Hey there demons, It's me, ya boi.
Hunter: Cyrus, NO!
Cyrus: *closes a cabinet*
*a crash is heard behind the cabinet door*
Hunter: What was that?
Cyrus: The sound of someone else's problem.
Cyrus: There's nothing worse than people using big words they don't understand.
Hunter: I photosynthesize with this.
Cyrus: Could you be anymore annoying?
Hunter: Yes.
Cyrus: Are you having another depressive episode?
Hunter: A depressive episode?
Hunter: I'm having a depressive series and we're just on season one.
Hunter: I have a problem.
Cyrus: Kill it.
Hunter: Can you chill for like, two seconds?
Hunter: My life is a mess.
Cyrus: Hunter relax, go get a beer.
Hunter: I don't want a beer. I'm 15!
Cyrus Who said it was for you?
Hunter: Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them?
Cyrus: Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them.
Hunter: Okay yeah thanks Cyrus, that's great but WHERE'S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT?
Hunter: I need to dye my hair.
Cyrus: ...
Hunter: Or get a tattoo.
Cyrus: ...
Hunter: Or a new piercing.
Cyrus: Why?
Hunter: To, you know, appease the mental breakdown gods.
Hunter: *eating a cinnamon roll*
Cyrus: Cannibalism.
Hunter: *confused chewing noises*
Cyrus, after getting in trouble at school and begging his brother to bail him out: Hold on, I can explain!
Hunter: Really? Can you now?
Cyrus: I can if you give me a minute to think of a convincing lie.
Cyrus: Hunter! For the love of god, please turn down that music. I have a hangover.
Hunter: *blasting the mii theme at full volume* That sounds like a you problem, not a mii problem.
Cyrus: *shatters a window and climbs through it*
Cyrus: *turns around and helps Hunter through it* Breaking and entering is wrong Hunter.
Hunter: Okay.
Cyrus: unless you're me. Then it's okay
Hunter: *fast-forwards all the way through the movie*
Cyrus: You can't just skip to the happy ending!
Hunter: I don't have time for their problems.
Cyrus: I'll offer you some friendly advice-
Hunter: I don't want your advice.
Cyrus: Well, then consider it unfriendly advice.
Hunter: Help! I'm drowning!
Cyrus: Calm down. We're only in six feet of water!
Hunter: NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!
Hunter: You are a spineless twit!
Cyrus: You cannot talk to me that way, I am your superior!
Hunter: A six-year-old girl could talk to you that way!
Cyrus: Yes, because that would be adorable.
Hunter: No, it's because you are a five-year-old girl
Cyrus: I've invited you here because I crave the deadliest game...
Hunter, nodding: Knife Monopoly.
Cyrus: I was actually going to play Russian roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.
Cyrus: Here is my wall of inspirational people.
Hunter: Is that a picture of you?
Cyrus: Yes, I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself.
Cyrus: Are you tall enough to play basketball though?
Hunter: Are you calling me short?
Cyrus: I'm calling you vertically challenged.
Cyrus: When I met you I thought you were a real bitch.
Hunter: What changed your mind?
Cyrus: Oh, I still think you're a bitch, I've just grown to like that about you.
Hunter: Sometimes I wonder if I'm hearing voices.
Hunter: Then I remember that's the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.
Cyrus: I have seen a lot of murders in my time, and all six of them were today.
Cyrus: Then either Sonic is a god or could kill god, and I do not care if there is a difference.
Hunter: Clownery. Tomfoolery. Absolute fuckery, I am going to revoke your life privileges.
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Galaxy Fam
AcakA small book featuring the lives of a silly blond boy, a 17-year-old sweetheart, a six year old chaos child and their toddler aged sister and their parents
