Tommyinnit Oneshot Book 3

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Another funny generated prompts

It's almost 1am when I'm finishing this but I ain't gonna sleep:)

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Deo: Okay, I'm going to get the wedding cake.
Tommy: Perfect, while you do that I'll check on the ring bear.
Deo: ...
Deo: You mean ring bearER, right?
Tommy: ...
Deo: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

Ranboo: I can't imagine what Techno is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.

Ranboo, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I kissed a guy, and I liked it-
Techno, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?
Tubbo, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick.
Phil, appalled: Call the exorcist.

Tommy: Here is my wall of inspirational people.
Phil: Is that a picture of you?
Tommy: Yes, I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself.

Deo: Tommy is a perfect cinnamon scone who's never done anything wrong in their entire life!
Ranboo: Never done anything wrong?! He set a city block on FIRE!
Deo: NUH UH!

Tommy, to Techno: We had a date!
Tommy: *aggressively points to Hello Kitty Coloring Book*

Ranboo: So, what's Tubbo's type?
Tommy: Brown eyes, kind, oblivious, good sense of humor, turtle lover.
Ranboo: Sounds kind of like me. Too bad we're just friends.
Tommy: Did I mention oblivious?
Ranboo: Yeah, why?
Tommy: Okay, just making sure.

Tommy: Tubs, say aluminum again. It's the entire source of my serotonin during these trying times.
Tubbo: *sigh* Only for you, big T. Alyoouminnieeum.

Tommy: Do you feel any better?
Deo: I feel much better now that you here with me.
*Techno walks in*
Deo: I feel half better.

Tommy: I won a new phone in a race.
Phil: Huh? What kind of race lets you win a phone, Tommy?
Tommy: A race between the store owner, the cop, and me.

Deo: Have you done this before?
Tubbo: Well, Deo, it's like if you read the script you come better prepared.
Ranboo: That's not what we do in the US, we don't read things.
Deo: I don't read, Tubbo.

Phil: Would you rather kill Deo, or—
Techno: Yes, kill him.
Phil: I didn't say the other thing—
Techno: I don't need to hear it.
Deo: ...I'm feeling a little unsafe.

Ranboo: If there's one thing I learned from Tommy, it's to set people's expectations real low, so you end up surprising them by practically doing nothing at all.

Ranboo: *cocks gun* Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat.