Still, the damned writer's block (still with the generator but I change it some)
Also, Jackie is @PsychoticAlienJackie's OC
Jackie: You wanna see how hardcore I am?
Jackie: *punches wall*
Jackie:
Jackie: Scott... Take me to the hospital.
Gordon: You guys are gonna have a hard time believing this because it never happens, but I have made a mistake!
Virgil: If you can't beat them, have better hair than them!
John: Do you take constructive criticism?
Gordon: I only take cash or credit.
Alan: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?
Scott: You're a hazard to society
Verity: And a coward. DO TWENTY.
Scott: Alan, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?
Alan: I don't know, love you, talk to you later
Scott: Ok, I love you too, I'll just ask Virgil.
John: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions?
Gordon: Put spaghetti in it.
John: I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you.
Verity: Put spaghetti in it.
John: I'm currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two.
Alan: Put spaghetti in it.
John: I'm no longer taking suggestions.
Scott: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?
Alan: Rude.
John: That's fair.
Virgil: Not again.
Gordon: Are you going to want this back?
Alan: What if the person who named Walkie-Talkies named everything?
Verity: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies
Virgil: Socks are Feetie Heaties
Gordon: Forks are Stabby Grabbies
Verity: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties
Scott: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies
Gordon: Stamps are Lickie Stickies
Jeff, annoyed: You are all disappointments
Virgil, tending to Gordon's wounds: So, scale 1-10 how would you rate your pain?
Gordon: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend it.
John: *yawning* I slept for almost 14 hours but I'm still tired so let's go for 14 more just in case.
Jackie: John, that's a coma.
John: Sounds festive.
John *curiously*: Do you have any skeletons in your closet? If you do, how many?
Verity: Do you mean literally or figuratively?
John: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...
Young Gordon: Okay. Whatever you do, DON'T tell Dad.
Young Alan: Okie.
Jeff: How was the park?
Young Alan, loudly: Gordon definitely didn't get attacked by a goose.
Verity, trying to ask Lady Penelope out: Would you like to stay for dinner?
Gordon: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?
Verity: GORDON!
Lady Penelope: ...
Verity: Hey, uhmm John? Can I get some dating advice?
John: Vee, just because I'm with Ridley doesn't mean I know how I did it.
Scott: Ugh, we need a distraction.
John: Is anyone here good at jumping around and making weird noises?
Gordon, whispering: My time has come!
*The Gang is on TB5*
Alan: Ohhhh, we each get our own oven?
John: ... N-No...
John, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have???
Alan, motioning to their kitchen: Three, I thought!
Gordon: I see a-
John, motioning to one device: This is a microwave.
Alan: Oh, well I-
John: Hey wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave*
John, amazed: It's got a bake setting!
Virgil: Ohoho, you learn something new every day!
Verity: Do we- Do we fight for who gets to pick first?
John: Now I've just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don't have to fight over anything!
John: I am someone who owns four ovens...
John, louder and way too happy: I am someone... who owns FOUR FUCKING OVENS...
John: I didn't know I was so rich with ovens...
Scott, pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven!
John:
Alan: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens!
John:
John, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS!
EOS, having overheard the entire exchange: JOHN, AND THE REST OF YOU, WHAT THE FU-
John: EOS! WE OWN FIVE OVENS!!
EOS: IT IS 1 IN THE DAMN MORNING!
Haha I began writing this on July 29th and here I am an hour later it is now the 30th. time for sleep. Goodnight. Happy 1:00am :)
