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T: Oh you like witchcraft? name 3 townspeople you saw with the devil
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J: Roy, angrily making a sandwich: "Yanno, back in my day you couldn't just ask someone out. You had to buy the house across the bay from them, throw a bunch of parties, and just kind of hope they'd show up"
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T: Cranky because you've been cursed by the gods to roll a boulder up a hill for all of eternity aren't you
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J: You only hate me because I lured you into a wine cellar on the promise of a fine vintage and then left you to die in a wall. Grow up.
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T: If I were a star-crossed lover who was fated to die, I would simply not do that
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J: Third wheeling with a toxic couple is lit
T: Not when it's your parents
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T: No one has all three:
T: - Excessive hubris
T: - Wings made of wax courtesy of your rather whos a renowned Athenian craftsmen
T: - A lifejacket
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J: I've done nothing wrong. Except for all the atrocities. Besides that I'm innocent
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T: Varieties of clown, ranked from best to worst
T: 1. Jester (noble, refined, reveared ancestor of all modern clowns)
T: 2. Fool (similar to a jester but less commercial, more dedicated to every day clownery, usually does it for the love of the game rather than success)
T: 3. Regular clown (standard, not much to say)
T: 4. Rodeo clown (brave but brutish, no sense of subtle or nuance)
T: 5. Mime (doesn't laugh, untrustworthy, frequently trapping themselves within spaces invisible to non-clowns ⇽ stupid)
T: 6. Anyone who juggles
T: Feel free to add but if you reorder it ill kill you with my bare hands
J: 7. You
T:
T: What the fuck
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J: If I keep my body moving, and my mind occupied at all times, I will avoid falling into a bottomless pit of despair
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T: Dickie, externally: As a hero, I don't believe senseless violence is how Bruce would want me to solve things
T: Dickie, internally: I'M GOING TO RIP HIS HEAD OFF AND SEND IT TO HIS FAMILY
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J: Aw, aw, ow! Call an ambulance, call an ambulance
J: But not for me
T: ohno
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T: Born? Living? You may be entitled to compensation!
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J: the real question, are you a top banana or a chimp chump?
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T: No use crying over spilled milk. No use weeping over stray peanutbutter. No use clutching at a fallen slice of toast screaming Why? Why?
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J: That's quite a lot of sins for a Sunday afternoon, don't you think?
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T: Giving someone six geese (a-laying, and thus in full protect-the-nest mode), much less SEVEN SWANS, does not seem to me, to be, per se, an act of true love
---- [Proof god is dead] ----
D: Conner when we were kids, before meeting Timmy: *black t-shirt, jeans, boots. Likes dogs.*
D: Conner post-timmy: *black, blue and red costume with yellow accents and s-shield on his chest, black boots with yellow accents, two black belts with a yellow belt on the right leg, red gloves, fade haircut. Black leather jacket with the yellow s-shield on the back and Shoulder Spikes, yellow teashade sunglasses and a gold earring. Black leather fingerless gloves. Spells his name with a K.*
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Fanfiction(T- Tim Drake. J-Jason Todd.) T: What do u think would happen if I put coffee instead of milk in my cereal J: It's 2am, fuck off. ---- J: LOG OUT YOU UGLY BITCH. ---- T: STARBUCKS WISHES IT COULD BE GOOD COFFEE! J: IT IS GOOD COFFEE! ---- J: What...
