Elan: Remember everyone, violence is never the answer.
'Mr Red': You're right, Elan.. Violence can't be the answer.
Elan: Correct, 'Mr Red'. Now, on to the next lesso-
'Mr Red': Violence is the question.
'Mr Red': And the answer is yes!
Elan: 'Mr Red', no!!
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Elan: If I see a bug, I simply leave the room elegantly and require someone else do something about it.
Elan: If no one fulfills my wish, I simply never go back in there.
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'Mr Red': And I'd love to be sorry for that, but we all know I've done much, much worse.
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Elan: What? I'm not aggressive!
'Mr Red': Last Tuesday, you wacked me with a pair of crocs and stole my chocolate chips?
Elan: Survival of the fittest, bitch.
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'Mr Red': Look, Elan! It's the good Kush!
Elan: It's the dollar store, how good can it be?
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Elan: What the fuck? People actually tell their crushes they like them??
'Mr Red': What the hell do you do?
Elan: I die? What kinda question...
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'Mr Red': I don't think our death ray is working. I'm standing right in it, and I'm not dead yet.
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Elan, on a random band name generator: Oooo! They Might Be Depressed Horses! That about sums up my friend group.
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'Mr Red': What state do you live in?
Elan: I live in a state of constant anxiety.
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Elan: Do you have any idea what you're doing?
'Mr Red': Why start now?
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'Mr Red': "Struggle with depression" would seem to imply that I am bad at being depressed when I am, in fact, very proficient at being depressed.
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Elan: Respect my trans homies or I'm gonna identify as a fucking problem.
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'Mr Red', opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.
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Elan, texting 'Mr Red': 'Mr Red' there's a moth on the outside of the bathroom door can you get rid of it?
Elan: Pls hurry because I'm going to cry
Elan: 'Mr Red'
Elan: 'Mr Red'
'Mr Red': 'Mr Red' is dead. You're next. Love, Moth.
('Mr Red' Just didn't want to deal with the moth)
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Elan: Sometimes I wonder if I'm hearing voices.
Elan: Then I remember that's the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.
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Elan: What are you talking about 'Mr Red'? You love it here!
'Mr Red': I'm not sure I do, I think I've just developed Stockholm syndrome.
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Elan: And have you learnt anything this Christmas, 'Mr Red'?
'Mr Red': ...Not really.
Elan: Nothing?
'Mr Red': Tell you one thing I have learnt—Christmas; ultimately, commercial holiday. Who's the real winner at Christmas? Amazon. they have drones now! Tiny little dystopian slaves delivering iPads and headphones. I ordered a toaster; It was on the doorstep five hours later! Do we need that? It was 4.99! For a toaster! I mean, someone's being exploited there.
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'Mr Red': All of your existences are confusing.
The Squad: How so?
'Mr Red': Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to any of you upsets me.
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