Arackniss: *pokes her with a stick.* cmon, do a Texas.
Enola: Howdy.
Arackniss: *nods, satisfied.*
Some guy: you killed my dad!
Henroine: I've killed thousands, you're gonna have to be more specific.
Some guy: he was unarmed and just trying to live his life!
Henroine: okay, narrowed it down to hundreds.
Angel Dust: so, is he single?
Charlie: THE DEVIL??
Angel Dust: answer the damn question
Enola: we could call Roxy-
Arackniss: absolutely not.
Enola: aw cmon, she's cool!
Arackniss: she's creepy
Enola: no she's not!!!
Arackniss: SHE NEVER BLINKS.
Molly: so, is she into gals?
Arackniss: MY WIFE??
Molly: Answer the dang question
Henroine: if there's something wrong with me, it's your duty as my kid to tell me!
Arackniss: alright.
Arackniss: you're narcissistic, you're abusive, you're a psychopath, you're probably a sociopath...
*Both get into an elevator and go up eight floors.*
Arackniss, as they get out: ...you're sexist, you're racist, and you're mean to the elderly.
Henroine: those are just quirks!
Alastor: making my way downtown, walking fast
Vox: *waves at him*
Alastor: WALKING FASTER.
Angel Dust: you ever considered therapy?
Arackniss: what makes you think I ain't already in therapy?
Angel Dust: you ever considered more therapy?
Enola: *sigh* Y'know, as much as I love not being able to comfortably lay on my stomach, I can't help but miss being a cowboy twink sometimes.
Molly: *understood none of that* yeah, same
*At a coffee shop*
Valentino: not a single blue haired bisexual with a pronoun pin working here.
Velvette: our frappes are gonna be rubbish.
Enola: wait, Arackniss has already gotten a whole book but I'm only planned to be in one chapter in the sequel?
Roxy: you're planned to make an appearance?? I'm only getting unnamed references in the book!
Rane: you guys are getting referenced?
Alastor: I've never seen snow before, describe it to me.
Angel Dust: it smells like water.
Alastor: wow, it's like I was really there.
*Watching the 'I like gay Craig' scene in Southpark*
Arackniss: we've watched this like eight times, how does this part still effect you like this-?
Enola, crying: DO NOT EVEN GO THERE, YOU LITTLE-
Arackniss: *on the phone with Angel* yeah, dad just ain't acting like himself recently, I think we gotta get him tested for dementia.
Henroine: *starting to regret waiting so long to tell his kids he loves them.*
Enola: *educating them on Mormonism* ...but then in 1978 God changed his mind about black people.
Arackniss: *nods*
Enola: and then again in 2000 about caffeine.
