[What do we want? Good content! When are we getting it? NEVER!!]
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Martin: If you put the letter U in front of you, is it considered a word or homophone?
Tijs: You're the reason why my brain cells die.
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Ant: You ain't got chest or an ass so don't even start bitch!
Martin: You look like a fucking frito chip!
Ant: And you look like a fucking burnt pizza roll but do you see me making comments? No!
*Ant and Martin insulting each other in the background*
Will: Why are they fighting again?
Tijs: ...m.nmnln nlklkmnmlmlnmkllmpo.
Will: Oh yeah, forgot I was invited to Ultra.
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(Nels, this is for you :))
Alan: I said certified freak, seven days a week.
Alan: Wet ass. . .
*everyone looking at him with disappointment*
Alan: Gobble me, swallow me, drop down the side of me.
*Walkers screaming in horror*
Alan: *getting into it* Y'all I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes. Snatch my wig, make him feel like he cheatin'! Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in!
*everybody backstage and in the crowd crying*
Alan: I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp, I wanna gag, I wanna choke-
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Joel: If life's taught me anything, is that if you have a problem, the best answer is slavery-
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Alan: Ant, you're wearing sweats to your show?
Ant: Yup, besides, they're comfortable and who even looks at my legs?
Alan: Um, the cameraman?
Ant: Eh! Who cares? Now if you excuse me, I've got a show to go to!
*the sweat pants say "Daddy's Trophy" on his ass*
Alan: (concerned) Oh my gaw-
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Somebody: I mean, Alan Walker isn't even that good and he's not even original!
Somebody: And that Kygo is a sellout, does nothing but brand deals every single song!
Alan & Ky fans: (holding a shotgun) We just wanna talk, that's all.
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*Ant with his new chicks on the first day*
Ant: ᴸᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ʰᵒʷ ˢᵐᵒˡ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃʳᵉ. . .
*Ant on the second day*
Ant: So I have illegally adopted them so they are now my children and I'm building a mansion for them, I am buying them Gucci jumpsuits and we will be set to conquer the world.
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Young Martin: Life is looking really great, I don't think it can get any better! I found the love of my life, my music career is blowing up, and I have all the greatest friends in the world, I couldn't ask for anything else!
Older Martin (aka bearded Martin): I was right, life really couldn't get any better. *sips tequila* Lover died, career died, and my friends left me.
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Ken: People say chivalry is dead but really-
Ken: *pushes Arjen back in the car* Get your ass back in there.
*opens the door*
Ken: Come out, princess.
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Alan: It's your mess, Ant, you have to clean it up.
Ant: Ugh, fine!
Ant: This feels like slave work, but it's okay 'cause I like being whipped.
Alan: What the fu-
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(Sorry those so much of these but these two are on their fucking adventure and it's weird)
Ant: *livestreaming casually while wearing a 'Thick-Fil-A' shirt*
Will: *comes busting through the door*
Ant: How did your mental breakdown go?
Will: I got pink acrylic nails.
Ant: wait wha-
Will: Fuck you.
A/N
This one's short because I didn't have any ideas. We have no clue what we're doing but we're compensating by doing nothing.
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DJ/EDM Oneshots [DISCONTINUED]
FanfictionA book full of oneshots about DJ ships, and shitposting. Every ship is allowed and welcomed. [DISCONTINUED]