Astra : can we go to a haunted house this year?

Artie : what's wrong with the one you live in

Astra : wait, what??

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Koda and Artie, with the rest of us : lets go, lesbians, let's go!

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Char : pure of heart, dumb of ass

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Artie, Jules, Koda : hey, where can I get some thigh high crocs?

Char : in hell

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Char : oh, here, you're glasses

Astra : oh, no thank you, I've seen enough

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Bee : "autistic people are the sweetest" not me, I'm a fucking cunt

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Char, looking in the mirror : I am so relevant and beautiful

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TSA : ma'am, I'm sorry, but you can't take this on the plane

Char : but that's my emotional support sword

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Bee : it's like I always say: fuck

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someone, describing our group : everyone's gay and at least the slightest bit cisn't