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In which I have plenty more contributions to this meme. Enjoy the shit out of these.
Rami: Lucy, you're like an angel with no wings. Lucy: So, like a person?
Freddie, rollerblading into Jim Beach's office with a piña colada and sunglasses on: Miami, you're not gonna fucking believe this
Brian: I need all of you to be straight with me here. Freddie: *laughs nervously*
Freddie, at Michael Jackson's recording studio: GET YOUR FUCKING DOG BITCH MJ, holding his Llama on a leash: It don't bite Freddie, dialing Miami: YES IT DO
John: *discos so hard he falls off stage* Freddie, trying to be supportive: *throws himself offstage too* Brian, to Roger: should I jump too? Roger, already coming to the front of the stage: yes
Ben: Why are your shoes soaking wet? Joe: there was a puddle. Ben: Why did you step in it? Joe: there was a puddle!
Roger: and now for a gay update with Freddie Mercury Freddie: getting gayer! Roger: thank you, Freddie.
Brian: could you help me in the kitchen? Freddie, petting the cat, lying on the floor: I would get up, however there is indeed a cat on me therefore 'tis illegal
John: *points at Freddie* 'F' you John: *points at Brian* 'F' you John: *points at Roger* and FUCK YOU
Freddie: you were stabbed. Do you remember anything? John: only the ambulance ride to the hospital Brian: that wasn't an ambulance, Deacy. I drove you. John: But I heard a siren Freddie: that wasn't a siren. That was Roger Roger: I'm sorry I got nervous
Miami: I didn't understand why people care so much about their dumb bands until I got a dumb band myself. *Miami picks up Roger* Miami: I've only had Queen for a day and a half, but if anything happened to them, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.
John: words can not describe how wonderful you are Paul: that's actually the sweete- John: But numbers can. 1/10
Miami: Alright lets do this. Synchronize your watches John: I don't know how to do that Roger: I don't have a watch Freddie: watches don't really go well with this outfit. Brian: time is a construct.
Doctor: Uh, none of the tests required you to disrobe. I'm not sure why you're all sitting here in your underwear. Roger: Freddie was in his underwear when we all got here. Brian: Yeah, what's the deal, Freddie? Freddie: John: Roger: Brian: Freddie: I don't feel the need to explain myself.
Freddie: Wanna know something bro? Jim: What, bro? Freddie: If I were a cat I'd spend all nine lives with you bro Jim: bro...
Ben: Joe, Rami asked me to tell you this *makes neutral face* Joe: oh no. The neutral face of displeasure.
Brian: did you guys find Deacy? Freddie: I did. He's with Jesus now Roger: hE WHAT?! Freddie: NO! Sorry, poor choice of words. He's at church
John: Why is Roger laying facedown on the kitchen tile? Freddie: Brian kissed him on the cheek for saving him the last cup of tea
Joe: Y'know, "sleepy" is so much cuter than "tired". Everyone needs to stop saying "tired" and start saying "sleepy". Ben: I am sleepy of your shit.
Paul: I can speak more languages than you Brian: congrats, you're a dumbass in more than two languages
Roger, the biologist: So an octopus can change its color to mimic its surroundings. When octopuses do this it's called- Freddie: An octo-lie Roger, the biologist: Freddie: Roger, the biologist: Metachrosis... Freddie: Freddie: Mocktopus
Joe: Rami would throw himself in front of a moving car for you. Lucy: Rami would throw himself in front of a moving car for fun!
*Freddie and Jim are driving past a sex shop* Freddie: I wanna get you something special *winks* Jim: WELL I WANT TO GET SOME FUCKING FROZEN YOGURT *speeds up*
Ben: Roger doesn't scare me! Brian: I see he hasn't yelled at you yet.
Brian: You're on speaker. Behave. Roger: or what? You'll spank me? Brian:
Freddie: How do I determine the gender of my nipples? Brian and John: What the fu- Roger, the biologist: what an excellent question
Freddie: Am I in trouble? Miami: have a guess. Freddie: no? Miami: have another guess.
Joe: on a scale of piña colada to Swedish fish, what kind of Oreo are you? Rami: toothpaste.
Paul: can I have something to drink? Roger, setting down a glass of ice: wait.
Roger: *To nurse* If you don't get Brian May his stories and a new room as soon as possible, then I will come down on this hospital like the hammer of Thor! THE THUNDER OF MY VENGEANCE WILL ECHO THROUGH THESE CORRIDORS LIKE THE GUST OF A THOUSAND WINDS!
Gwilym: Remember, if you're getting mugged, what do you say to stay as safe as possible? Ben will be the robber, you guys act like it's real. Ben: Give me all your money or I'll attack you! Joe: Bold of you to assume I have money Rami: bold of you to assume I want to live
Brian, praying: I need someone to be my friend. Someone who won't run away. Maybe send me an angel! The nicest angel you have Roger: *maniacal falsetto*
*Freddie comes in with a sphinx cat* Freddie: check it out! Brian: What... what is...? John: What... what the hell is that? Freddie: it's... it's a cat. John: That is not a cat. Freddie: Yes, it is. Roger: Why is it inside out?
Deacy: Roger, can we go out for ice cream? Roger: did you ask Freddie? Deacy: Fred said no. Roger: Then why are you asking me? Deacy: Because he's not the boss of you. Roger: ... *looks at Brian* Roger: this is a trap. This is a trap. Roger, hitting his head against Brian repeadedly: this is a trap.
Rami: I hate you with every inch of my body Gwilym: that's not a lot of inches Rami: Gwilym: Ben: Joe: Lucy: Allen: Brian: Roger: Rami: Listen up you fuckin-
— Let me know if you want a chapter solely dedicated to Roger the Biologist. I've got hilarious Queen lore coming soon.
