Hey! Look we where just on the radio!: Ashe
Sick! We need to put up with more songs to shove onto the radio: Devon
Oh we will, just STOP FORGETTING ABOUT ME WILL YA?: Landon
Coping with you is just good enough, and are we just going to forget the hoard of salmonids destroying the city?: Milö
I guess not, we should head out my love: Landon
Yeah! Let's get our gear and splat outa here!: Devon
Let's maybe not make a scene, we can't afford to be noticed in public: Milö
That's very true, let's rush to grizzco and get a shift: Landon
Indeed meu prezado: Milö
You know, this is why i'd rather have a plain shift as boring as sand with Inka, Dean and Felix, it's cause there's no married-couple drama: Ashe
Oh wow, you're a hypocrite: Devon
Am not!: Ashe
Want me to prove it? You have a fat crush on Dean, BOOM,: Devon
It is kind of true Yoru: Milö
Stage names? Really Wav?: Landon
Maybe we should ask Torpedo about that: Ashe (mildly annoyed)
This is more likely to get us recognised, Agent 8: Devon
I guess that's true Agent 6: Milö
Then maybe we'll stop using them?: Landon (flustered)
Aww how cut-: Devon
Oh shut up: Ashe
But it doesn't hurt to do it does it?: Devon
But I want Dean...: Ashe (animated tears)
Then go ASK HIM OUT: Landon
Meu Prezado?: Milö
What: Landon, (embarrassed)
Let's get to work shall we?: Milö
Yup!: Devon
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My Comic Scripts for Shoreline (posting for absolutely no reason)
FanfictionThis script has something to do with Deep Cut doing a news report, and some 3x8 smut, maybe, maybe not. Shoreline is a fictional band here btw. ||Disclamer|| Bad language, and legit everyone except Milö has a bad sailor's mouth. This story includes...
