Trickster: My expectations were low but holy fuck. 

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Hiachi: Well, Mr.P, is there anything you would like to say to Pineberry?
Mr.P: How do I put this delicately? You're a horrible roommate and nobody likes you.
Hiachi: How about we frame our statement with "When you do this, it makes me feel this"?
Mr.P: When you live here, it makes me angry. Because you're a horrible roommate and nobody likes you.
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B.O.B: Damn, the power went out.
Hiachi: Don't worry, I got this.
Hiachi: *stomps foot*
B.O.B: What-?
Hiachi: *Sketchers light up* 

--

B.O.B: Trickster doesn't look very happy.
Mr.P: That's their happy. They're just a bitch.

--

Trickster: Hello Mr.P, made anyone cry today?
Mr.P: Sadly, no. But it's only 4:30.

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Donko: Don't have a bookmark? Try ketchup instead!!
Hiachi: What makes you think I read?

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Pineberry: Try not to roll your eyes at me.
Donko: I don't have pupils.

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Mr.P : If your happy and you know it, clap your hands!
*silence*
Mr.P: Damn, y'all depressed as fuck
B.O.B: You didn't clap either-
Mr.P: SHUT UP :(

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Trickster: It's called cauliflower, not ghost broccoli.
Donko, eyes wide: I know what I saw.

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*Trickster is talking about their past* Trickster: I guess it was that day I came home to a cold, empty house, devoid of light and love, and I knew then that my sorrows would only grow.
Dawn: Trickster, this is the saddest life story I have ever heard! And you haven't even covered the teen years!
Donko: Oh, I'm sure it gets better!
Trickster: Ha! No, in my school years, things really took a turn for the worst.

-- 

Trickster: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem. 

--

Trickster: Heyyy Mr.P, how's your... drink??
Mr.P: What do you mean drink? It's coffee.
Trickster: You sure?? *Looks to coffee maker*
Mr.P: *Looks to coffee maker* *Cement sitting beside the coffee maker*
Mr.P:...I'm on my third fucking drink right now, I should be dead.

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Hiachi, putting their hands over Mr.P's eyes: Guess who!
Mr.P: It's either Hiachi or the cold, clammy hands of death.
Hiachi, putting their hands away: It's Hiachi!
Mr.P: Dammit.

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thats all