Twenty-One

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by fuckinpinkfairies

by fuckinpinkfairies

Wilford: Hey, Anti! Can I have some of your water?
Anti: It's not water.
Wilford: Vodka! I like your style-
Anti: It's vinegar.
Wilford:
Wilford: Pardon?
Anti: I̵̡̽͂̒͝͠T̸̡̧̘̦̙̳̩̮̳̗͔̫͖̰̟͊́̎̈́̌͐̓̀̕'̴̠̹̄̏́̄̇̊̊̄̕̕S̶̘͙̮͖͈̭͕̃̍͗̆͜ ̶̧̢̨̛̤̬̠̹̹̼͆̉͜V̴̢̰̩͉̩͉͙͔̲̱͌̔̽̓̄́͐̿̾̽̊̋̕͝Į̸̢̨̨̛̲̦̖̯͚̖̽͑͌͂̉͐̐͑̓͝͝N̸̛̲̘̊̉̿̀́̂̆̃̋́̓̈͘̕È̸̫̘͕͕̖̲̼͖̯͙̻̻̝̿͗̚͠G̶̱̘͖̐͌̒̀̌͊͂̋̿̒̚͝Ą̷̧͈̩̱̖͓̱͇̩̇̈́̄̀͛̌͗̍̉̂̓̃̚͠Ŗ̸̼̳͈̥̱̓͌̐̚.̷̛̹̈́̿̀̓̅̚͝
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Natemare: I'll speak French between your legs.
Anti: That's the hottest thing I've ever been told.
Chase/Jack: I'm just imagining someone screaming 'BONJOUR' at a penis.
Wilford: SACRE BLEU MADEMOISELLE HON HON HON TITTY CROISSANTS
Chase/Jack: TITTY CROISSANTS
Virgil/Dark: None of you should ever be having sex.
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Ed Edgar: Is it not in here?
Bim Trimmer: Oh, I'm sorry, that's just my intense hotness.
Ed: ...
Bim: *dramatic hair flip*
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Chase: I'm sad.
Bing: Aw, don't be sad!
Chase, sarcastically: My goodness, what an idea, why didn't I think of that.
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Virgil: Do you have to sing?
Roman/Thomas: I always sing when I'm in a good mood!
Virgil: Do you have to be in a good mood?
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Anti: Is there a way to get rid of Chase?
Jack: Not without reason.
Anti: I have a reason, it's because I hate him.
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Wilford: Here you go, a nice, hot cup of tea.
Dark: It's cold.
Wilford: A nice cup of tea.
Dark: It's horrible.
Wilford: Cup of tea.
Dark: Is this even tea?
Wilford: Cup.
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Roman: What are your three biggest fears?
Virgil: Getting stuck on a boat with you three times.
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Host: What does BDSM mean?
Ed Edgar: Bond-
Dr. Iplier, screaming: BIBLE DISCUSSION AND STUDY MEETING.

~Gillian.