Cyclone: Can you recommend a book that'll make me cry?
Blaze: General Mathematics 8th Grade Edition.
Gopal: Hey, let’s mess with Fang, guys!
Blaze: Hey, Fang, your momma so fat-
Fang: My mom committed multiple war crimes and is now locked in solitary confinement in a Bolivian prison.
Cyclone: Well, uh- your dad-
Fang: My father left when I was two only to be captured and consequentially sacrificed by a group of feral ferrets.
Blaze: The f*ck-
Gopal: Well then...
Cyclone: Wait- stop!
Gopal: Your grandparents so-
Fang: My grandmother floated into the sky like a balloon with too much helium when my grandfather spontaneously combusted.
Fang: You cannot best me, mortals.
Blaze: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD *SS SL*T!
Solar: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.
Blaze: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good b*tch?
Solar: Somehow that's worse.
Thorn: WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! HE COULD HAVE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS, HE COULD HAVE HAD A FAMILY!!!
Ying: Thorn-
Ying: It- it was just an ant-
Solar: Ice, get that hideous thing out of the living room, would you?
Ice: Thunder, Solar wants you to get out of the house.
Gentar: I’m the smartest, wisest person in this group.
Sopan: Really? Then why is your hand stuck in a vending machine?
Gentar: I paid for my Mars Bar, I’m getting my Mars Bar.
Quake, at Lunar’s funeral: I need a moment with him.
Everyone else at the funeral: Of course. *leaves*
Quake, leaning over Lunar’s coffin: Okay, listen here you little sh*t. I know you’re not dead.
Lunar, sitting up in the coffin: Yeah, no sh*t.
Thunder, playing a video game: This game is so frustrating! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!
Quake: Ok, I think it’s time to turn off the game for a little while.
Thunder: But I’m having fun!
Thorn: A butterfly! Hey, little guy, gal or nonbinary pal!
Blaze: Can a butterfly be nonbinary?
Thorn: I mean, maybe? I don't judge.
Cyclone, staring dreamily out of the window: Ah, have you ever imagine having butterfly wings? Then-
Metal: Then it would be inconvenient as f*ck. Your wings would smack every doorframe and your clothes would have to have holes in the back.
Blaze: Also, your wing's paper thin, so even a six year old aimed a NERF gun at it would... Yeah...
Solar: *sips coffee* According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a-
Cyclone: No, nononono. You f*ckers have already shattered my dream, you don't get the f*cking privilege to make that reference.
Quake: STOP SWEARIN—
Blaze: Also, it's about a butterfly, not a bee... Why would you make that reference?
Thorn: You clearly have not lived with them long enough.
Quake: What do you want for breakfast?
Lunar: I WISH TO DEVOUR THE UNBORN.
Solar:
Solar: He wants eggs.
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Boboiboy Galaxy ; Oneshots And More
FanfictionThis book contains ; Oneshots, Scenarios, Headcanons, And Incorrect Quotes This is where I dump all of my ideas (some are inspired ones). Mostly, I'd attempt to make fluff ones, but there might be some angst as well :) And I'll be adding 2 extra el...
