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Tfc: What do you think Iskall will do for a distraction?

Hypno: They'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That's what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

Hypno: ... or they could do that.

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True: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time?

False: The car takes a screenshot.

Mumbo: For the last time, get the fuck out.

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Ren: Do you take constructive criticism?

Bdubs: I only take cash or credit.

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Keralis: I'm gonna need a human skull and I can't have you ask any questions why.

xB: Only if you also don't ask why

xB: *Pulls out 7 pristine human skulls* Take your pick.

Keralis:

xB:

Keralis: This one is fine

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Scar: I can explain.

Pearl: Can you?

Scar: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

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Doc: Go to Hell

BadTimes, tearing up: I wish I could

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Jevin, going over Wels's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you're creative.

Wels: Yes

Jevin: Okay... may I know what you create?

Wels: Problems.

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Hels: Ok, maybe playing 'whose family is most dysfunctional' wasn't the best idea we've had. Grian's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can't get her out..

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Cleo: You're right.

Iskall: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

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Cub: Hey X can I get a sip of your water?

X: It's not water.

Cub: Vodka, I like your style!

X: It's vinegar.

Cub: Wh-Wha-

X: It's vinegar, COWARD.

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Zed: Well, aren't you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear goals and good hearts! Oh, let me guess: you're out to save the world!

Impulse: Well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment.

Biffa: More or less, I guess...

Tango: That sounds awesome! Let's do that!

Ex: I'm new here, but I am open to the concept.

Etho: I thought that's what we were doing, guys, come on!

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Grian: Croissants: dropped

Joe: Road: works ahead

Gem: BBQ sauce: on my titties

Beef: Shavacado: fre

NPG: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead

Stress:

Stress: I didn't understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

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Today's Question:

Predictions for 2023?

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, until the next one, bye! ~Mors