Yay! This is the 100th chapter on this book!
This is a special chapter, but I have something more bigger planned.
Spoiler alert: It's a Boat Boys fanic!!!
I don't know when it will be out, but hopefully by this weekend, since I don't have school on Monday.
Anyways, lets get rolling!
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Lizzie: If you're going to suggest I try dropping twenty feet down a pitch dark tower in the hope of hitting a couple of greasy little steps which might not even still be there, you can forget it.
Joel: There is an alternative, then.
Lizzie: Out with it.
Joel: You could drop five hundred feet down a pitch black tower and hit stones which certainly are there.
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Cleo: Just trust your gut!
Martyn: Babe, I have anxiety. My gut is literally always telling me to abort mission.
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Pearl: Okay, help me, please!
Scott: Got two words for you.
Pearl: I bet they won't be helpful.
Scott: Your problem.
Pearl: I was right.
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Etho: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- (translation: I'M SORRY)
Bdubs: What's that?
Etho: Remorse code.
Bdubs: I'm even angrier now.
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Etho: Good night.
Tango: Sleep tight.
Impulse: Don't let the bedbugs crawl up to your ear and whisper threatening things that make you question yourself.
Skizz: Great, now Tango's crying.
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Skizz: You know guys, sometimes I feel like Etho doesn't take me seriously enough.
Bdubs: "Sometimes"?
Tango: "Enough"?
Skizz:
Tango: Change that to 'at all' and we'll talk.
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Grian: I'm gonna need a human skull but you can't ask why.
Scar: Only if you also don't ask why.
Scar: *pulls four pristine human skulls out of their bag*
Grian: ...
Grian, grabbing a skull: This one will do.
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Martyn: Ren, I rebuke thee! I rebuke thee!
Ren: Rebuke? Is that a word?
Martyn: You have all invoked my fury! You will all pay recompense for your transgressions!
Ren: What, you got like a word-a-day calendar or something?
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Cleo: What time is it?
Lizzie: I don't know, pass me that saxaphone and we'll find out
Lizzie: *BLASTS the saxaphone*
Big B: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXAPHONE AT TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING
Lizzie: It's 2 am
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Ren: Who's in charge here?
Big B, shrugging: Usually whoever yells the loudest.
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Grian, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.
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Grian: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I'd get way too into it.
Mumbo: What- how?
Grian: You'd be like "come to bed ... Mr. President" and I'd be like, "I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18."
(The fact that neither of them are American-)
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