Wilbur: What the hell is wrong with you?
Y/N: I have this weird self-esteem issue where I hate myself but still think I'm better than everyone else.
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Karl Are you still mad at me?
Y/n: Yes.
Karl: Are you going to let go of my hand?
Y/n: No.
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Phil: With great power comes great-
Y/n: Ass
Phil: No-
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Y/n: Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff.
Tommy: YOU PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!
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*Y/n looking around a room*
Wilbur: Y/n the fuck are you doing.
Y/n: looking for my will to live
Wilbur: Here let me help
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Dream: I spy with my little eye something beginning with "S".
Y/n: [Looks over at Wilbur and Quackity arguing] is it "sexual tension"?
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Dream: What the hell is up with Karl? He's been lying on the ground for like 15 minutes.
Sapnap: He's just a little overwhelmed.
George: Why?
Sapnap: Y/n just giggled.
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Y/n: Many people have told me that I 'light up the room'Phil: Y/n, that was arson, and those were witnesses
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Karl: Is this the part where you tell me that if I hurt Y/n you'll kill me?
Techno: No, Y/n is perfectly capable of killing you herself. I'll just make sure she does a good job
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Tommy: Y/n, we have a problem.
Y/n, sighing: Where are you?
Tommy: That's the problem. I don't know how I got here.
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Wilbur, thinking aloud: do you think paints have different tastes?
Y/n: they do.
Phil: why do you say that with such confidence?
