Leef: If you really want to get back at a man, scare him with a pregnancy test. I've got a whole box of old positives at my house.
Dust: You're an American treasure.
Cross:... where'd you get positive pregnancy tests???
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Killer: Oh no! I'm doomed!
Cross: Seriously? All you have to do is not insult Dust at their own memorial service.
Killer: Exactly! It's impossible!
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Leef: What's wrong with you?
Dust: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.
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Nightmare : What do you have?
Killer: A KNIFE!
Nightmare : NO!
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Dust: Well Killer, I have to say, I'm really disappointed.
Killer: Well, you didn't HAVE to say it. You could've just thought it.
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Killer: You treat an outside wound with rubbing alcohol. You treat an inside wound with drinking alcohol.
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Dust: I wasn't hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal, that's where the blood's supposed to be!
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Leef: I have so much energy, I want to run a marathon or commit a crime... which should I do?
Nightmare : Please don't get arrested.
Leef: No promises! :3
Cross: Why not both? Get creative!
Leef: Wonderful suggestion, thank you.
Nightmare : Please don't encourage them, Cross.
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Nightmare: What's your favorite color?
Error: Stop asking stupid questions. Ask me something logical and mature.
Nightmare: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP?
Error: My favorite color is pink.
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*Dust and Cross are planning to break in somewhere*
Dust: We need to distract the guards.
Cross: Right.
Dust: What are we gonna do?
Cross: I'm gonna break their elbows while you poke their eyes.
Dust:
Cross:
Dust: Deal.
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Cross: Life is like Dust. It's short.
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Dust: You might not know this, Cross, but I am a flawed person.
Cross: I do know that.
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Cross: Theater kids are just choir kids who joined forces with the band and strings kids.
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Cross: This is a bad idea.
Killer: Then why are you coming along?
Cross: Someone has to get your injured ass home.
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Dust: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.
Leef: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.
Cross: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.
Killer: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.
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Nightmare : You have an impressive pain tolerance.
Dust: Thanks, it's the trauma.
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Dust: You're overthinking this.
Leef: You don't know the appropriate level of thinking, Dust. What if I'm underthinking?
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Leef: Firstly, how dare you use mathematics to make me look stupid!
Leef: I'm actually very good at math.
Leef: Thirdly, I think you might be right.
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FanfictionA story where you, the reader, are reincarnated as horrortale sans, some things you still retain from your past life, like how anxious you are, and how you pretend to hate puns (you secretly love them). You're not sure what this new life has in sto...
