A/N I feel like I should update this more often. I feel like this chapter isn't accurate to the book or movie (the vines don't go all the way to the top) but screw it.
KingOfSass: oh dear lord
GrumpyCat: NNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWTTTTTTT
IAmNoot: U GUYZ LOK LIK SMOL LITTLE ANTS FROM UP HERE
ThomasTheGreat: WHATS HAPPENING IM ON THE TOILET
Winty200: some shank told Newt where the coffee is... Let's just say, we won't have any coffee for the next month.
KingOfSass: HES ON TOP OF THE MOTHER SHUCKING GOD DAMN WALL! HE CLIMED UP THE GODAMN WALL!
IAmNoot: I WONDER IF I COULD FLY!
GrumpyCat: NO
KingOfSass: WHO TOLD HIM WHERE THE COFFEE WAS
CaptainGally: guilty as charged.
ThomasTheGreat: I WANNA SEE BUT THERES NO TOILET PAPER AND IM ALONE IN HERE
IAmNoot: I CAZ FLYH
GrumpyCat: NO YOU CANNOT
ThomasTheGreat: CAN SOMEONE GET ME TOILET PAPER, LIKE NOW PLZ!
KingOfSass: NEWT GET DOWN
IAmNoot: IZ FLY DWN
GrumpyCat: NO!
KingOfSass: CLIMB DOWN
IAmNoot: OKAU
IAmNoot: BUTT THIS THIN IN MY HAND IS DISTRACTIN MEH
Winty200: he threw his phone
Winty200: RIP Newt's phone
Winty200: he's climbing down
Winty200: Alby and Minho are dragging him to the slammer now. Until he calms down.
GrumpyCat: WINTSON GO FIND NEWTS PHONE
Winty200: SIR YES SIR
ThomasTheGreat: I still haven't gotten toilet paper
ThomasTheGreat: GUYS IM GETTING A RASH
ThomasTheGreat: GUYS
ThomasTheGreat: help.
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