Hazbin Hotel Group Chat

Illness and More

Daddy Issues:
@Carfight Are you OK? You said you were feeling ill yesterday, so I just thought I'd check.
Carfight:
... I feel like I had a flaming sword shoved down my throat, then was hit by God himself. So, no, I'm not OK. I feel like shit.
Daddy Issues:
...
Vagina:
So she's like that when she's sick... Interesting.
Screen Queen:
You think Zestial would know what to do?
Danger Tits:
Leave that old fuck alone. He told you to not contact him for a while after last week's incident...
Harder Daddy:
LMAO, what did you do to Zestial?
Screen Queen:
Nothing! I swear!
Danger Tits:
... You're fucking lying. You spammed him for 6 hours straight, just asking random shit and sending him weird riddles that made no fucking sense. You interrupted him while he was in the middle of important business and when he told you that, you said, "Important business my ass... What? Were you just about to get served lunch at the local nursing home grandpa?"
Carfight:
YOU DID FUCKING WHAT?
Screen Queen:
... We are no longer on speaking terms again.
Danger Tits:
Sure we're not. I'm willing to bet that in 10 minutes, you're going to ask me for something, whether it's some sort of physical affection, or for me to go get you a fucking drink.
Pop My Cherri:
WE'RE PLACING BETS? HELL YEAH!
Whiskers:
No, because we all know who's right in this situation.
Screen Queen:
Oh, really? Fuck all of you then.
Roo:
OK, moving on from Vel being a little bitch... @Carfight I have a good soup recipe that genuinely helps with illness. I can make some and bring it by if you'd like.
Carfight:
That would be greatly appreciated.
Mouth:
I fucking love making soup. Can I help?
Roo:
... Only you would say you love making soup. LMFAO, yes, you can help.
Two Dicks:
So, they're friends now?
Daddy Issues:
Seems like it, and I'm happy!
Pear:
It's weird though. LMAO
Roo:
... I'm not going to take your girlfriend. Hell, compared to her, I'm old as shit. That would be fucking weird.
Mouth:
Ew, not into GILFs.
Roo:
Don't go there bitch.
Lilith:
LMAO, GILF!
Short King:
... I can't get out of the basement. Help!
Pop My Cherri:
... You're fucking Lucifer. How can't you get out?
Short King:
THIS FUCKING DOOR IS SHIT AND I'M NOT BREAKING IT TO GET OUT!
Harder Daddy:
Why are you in the basement anyway?
Short King:
... I slept here last night because all of you fuckers wouldn't leave me alone.
Lilith:
It wasn't that bad. Maybe you should've just joined us.
Short King:
On second thought, I'm staying in the basement!
Freaky Face:
... When did we get a basement?
Daddy Issues:
I have no idea.
Whiskers:
... It was Niffty's doing.
STAB:
I like basements!
Squeak:
... You made that entire basement?
STAB:
Yep! I work quick!
God:
In that case... Can you make me a basement?
Squeak:
You could literally just snap and make a basement.
God:
Yeah, but if she likes doing it, then why not let her have fun?
STAB:
I'LL DO IT! I'M ON MY WAY!
Whiskers:
Keep an eye on her...
Squeak:
I will...
Harder Daddy:
You haven't been down here in a while. Why?
Squeak:
I've been trying to mend my relationship with Sera, and it's going... Sort of OK. I'll be down there tomorrow though.. Charlie wants to take me to visit Cannibal Town.
Freaky Face:
I'd like to tag along.
Daddy Issues:
Sure!
Kayden:
Tell Rosie I say hi!
Daddy Issues:
... You can come too if you want.
Kayden:
YAY!
Roo:
The soup is done. @Carfight I'm on my way.
Carfight:
Clara will meet you at the door.
Harder Daddy:
Who the actual fuck is Clara?
Pop My Cherri:
One of her kids dumbass.
Harder Daddy:
... I forgot they have names. LMFAO
Mouth:
That soup was easier to make than I thought. What was that last ingredient though? You put it in so damn fast, I couldn't see.
Roo:
It's an ingredient that helps with illness, and I will never reveal it.
Big Ass Forehead:
IT'S STARTING! SHE'S POISONING OVERLORDS!
Mouth:
... Is that what I've sounded like in the past?
Pear:
... Yeah, it kind of is.
Mouth:
... And why didn't you all tell me I sounded like a fucking idiot.
Whiskers:
We fucking tried.
Big Ass Forehead:
I'M NOT AN IDIOT! @Carfight YOU'RE GOING TO DIE!
Carfight:
Shut the fuck up Vox. I'm not in the mood to deal with your bullshit.
Two Dicks:
Her being sick is weird.
Screen Queen:
... Lute, where did you go?
Danger Tits:
I thought we weren't on speaking terms.
Screen Queen:
... Where are you?
Whiskers:
She's down here helping me clean up a fucking mess that just randomly happened.
Harder Daddy:
Seriously, a bunch of alcohol bottles just flew off of the shelf and fucking shattered.
Vagina:
The place is totally fucking haunted. LMFAO
Screen Queen:
OK... When you're done, can you bring me some water... Please?
Big Ass Forehead:
Go get it yourself you lazy bitch.
Danger Tits:
... Fine. Anything else?
Screen Queen:
... Just the water, and yourself.
Lilith:
LMFAO, did you just tell her to bring herself?
Short King:
... There are roaches in this fucking basement! I want out.
Daddy Issues:
... I'll open the door... As soon as I find it. I seriously had no idea we had a basement.
Harder Daddy:
You know what I just realized? We haven't heard shit from Adam throughout this entire conversation.
Freaky Face:
Good. Let's keep it that way.
God:
... He's been out of it all day after eating that brownie.
Lilith:
LMFAO, that's because I gave him two.
Squeak:
That explains a lot. Earlier, he repeatedly ran into a window while muttering something we couldn't understand.
STAB:
I'M DONE WITH THE BASEMENT!
God:
Damn... That was quick, and it looks good as fuck!
STAB:
You're welcome! I also set a building on fire!
Squeak:
... I LOOKED AWAY FOR 2 SECONDS!
Whiskers:
Yeah... You can't do that.