sCREAMS

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Fritz: zaCH
Me: (Laying on the floor, surrounded by empty mugs and wrappings of teabags that are of the Irish Breakfast kind, internally screaming)
Fritz: Zach I
Fritz: I couldn't find tea
Me: (jUMPS UP)
Me: I'LL KILL YOU AND I WILL RIP OUT YOUR LUNGS AND FILL THEM WITH HELIUM AND THEN I WILL TIP OUT YOUR VOCAL CORDS TO USE AS STRINGS FOR THEM IF YOU DON'T GET ME ANY TEA
Fritz: holy shit
Fritz: (rUnS)

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