Most people in Portwood are just .... normal. Not these guys. These guys are far from normal, some even far from human. Sometimes you need a bit of chaos in a black and white world.
Greta: Honey, I'm pregnant! Teto: ... Greta: I can explain.
Evelynn: Ya know those things people get for their dogs so they can talk to them? Yohio: Yeah. Evelynn: I got one of those for Oreo :3. *Some time later* Oreo: *FOOD FOOD FOOD* Yohio: You ate, like, five minutes ago. Oreo: *Boy, if you guys don't get me food in the next five seconds, I'm going to start eating your stuff*
Queen, in an ambulance: *Freaking dieing* Aura, panicking: Oh my lord...! Krystal: An't no crystal in the world that can fix that... Candle Queen: Are you aliven't?
Lucian: I'm ready boys! Fukase, trying not to laugh: pfft!
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Kennith: Dude, we said be practical, this is not practical! Lucian: Respect the drip, Karen. Kennith: D:< Fukase: *Dieing of laughter*
Honey: *Exist* Charon: My child! Pente: Devil bean. Epta: Godtato. Mothku: Wing eater. Tessera: Tiny menace. Norman: She's two fucking years old!
Simon: Girls shouldn't date other girls! Avery: At least we get girls. Bri: She's right, show us your bitches. Simon: Uh-
Alene: You want to make a suicide pact? Tamari: Hell yeah! Mariyam: Tamari! Tamari: What! We either die alone at 23 or die together at 30!
Say: Arc, remember when you would always eat either too much or eat things you shouldn't? Arc, dieing of a stomach ache: Yeah... Say: That hasn't changed at all, but, like, remember?
Stephanie, before she got hearing aids: *Says I love you in sign language* Jenny: What?
One of Nana's coworkers: Are you coming to work or not? Nana: *Sends a picture of a thermometer thats over 100* Her coworker: Does that mean your pregnant or not?
Hyper: Go to hell! Novo: Already on it!
Luna: I stole Cakeys lipstick to make my putty pinkyer. Oliver: ... Luna: And I'd do it again, b!
Nathan: Non-gender specific parental figure... Ray: Ya know you can call me dad or Ray, right?
Greg: This kids spitting bars. Kennith: *Vomiting colorbars*
Spooks, bored: What is something you really want? Oli: Bones that work. Oliver: Less holes on my hands. Spooks: I don't know how to feel anymore...
Mariyam: Why are you like this? Alene: I used to much tear free soap as a kid and I haven't felt anything since. :) Cyber: Oh... Tamari: Same! :D
