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maika: *falls down the stairs*
cakey: Are you okay?
christopher: Stop falling down the stairs!
arc: How'd the ground taste?

kennith: I told cakey to grab snacks for everyone.
frances, looking through the options: Why did you grab fruit snacks? Are you five? Who even likes Fruit Snacks?
*kennith, cakey, and christopher raise their hands*

cakey: I haven't slept in seventy-three hours.
kennith: Eighty. Democratically elected leader of insomnia.
christopher: Bitch, it's been ninety for me. I'm going for an even one hundred.
nancy: You guys are fucking terrifying.

kennith: You guys worried about maika?
cakey: Totally!
christopher: Yeah, they called me in the middle of the night and just yelled, "what do I do, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?"
kennith: And what'd you say?
christopher: "I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno."
cakey:
kennith: They're lucky to have you as a brother.

*The gang is learning CPR on a test dummy*
nancy: So, assessing the situation. Are they breathing?
christopher: No, nancy. They are not breathing. And they have no arms or legs.
nancy: No, that's not part of it-
christopher: Where are they? You know what? If we come across somebody with no arms or legs do we bother resuscitating them? I mean, what kind of quality of life do we have there?
frances: I would want to live with no legs.
christopher: How about no arms? No arms or legs is basically how you exist right now, frances. You don't do anything.
nancy: All right, well, lets get back to it. 'Cause you're losing him. *christopher pumps frantically* Okay, too fast. Everyone, we need to pump at a pace of a 100 beats per minute.
christopher: Okay, that's uh, hard to keep track. How many is that per hour?
kennith: How's that gonna help you?
christopher: I will divide and then count to it.
kennith: Right.
nancy: Okay. Well, a good trick is to pump to the tune of 'Staying Alive' by the Bee Gees. Do you know that song?
christopher: Yes, yes I do. I love that song. *clears throat, begins to sing* First I was afraid, I was petrified.

nancy: Why did you kidnap christopher!?!?!
cakey: Ah- um- well- the reason for that is, uhh...
arc: Sometimes, we must work together towards a common goal.
nancy: NOT TO KIDNAP PEOPLE!

kennith: I just found out from christopher today that when frances died and the service did the 21-gun salute at their funeral, nancy said, "They should aim at the coffin to be sure."

*The gang when they drop food on the floor*
say: Aw man. *Throws it away*
kennith: Five second rule!
arc: Foolish germs, thinking they can stop me!? *Eats it off the floor*
cakey: *Sobs on the floor*

christopher, spraying a melted cutting board with a tiny water gun: We gotta cool this bitch down. Cool it down.
arc: I actually just put the cutting board in the oven...
cakey, visibly confused: Okay, so they decided to put the cutting board in the oven?
christopher, spraying arc: You FUCKING DUMBASS!
arc: Dude, I forgot-
christopher: OH MY FUCKING GOD! We're trying to make Chicken Alfredo right now, and you fucking MELT the cutting board in the oven at 400 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT!?
nancy: *Watching in complete confusion while trying to process this whole situation.*

christopher: Your lover doesn't have the mental strength to caramelize onions.
kennith: Your lover thinks it takes 5-10 minutes to caramelize onions.
frances: Who's fucking caramelizing onions? Have you sociopaths forgotten that apples exist?
nancy: Do you think caramelizing onions is putting caramel on onions.