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Doc: I will send my army to attack!
Doc: *releases a dumpster of raccoons*

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Hels, texting: Answer your phone
NPG, texting back: Wait a minute, I can't find my phone
Hels: Understood
Hels, 5 minutes later: You're a terrible person. You know you're killing me. You're killing me, N.

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Cub: Do you know that we are made out of atoms?
Cub: And atoms never touch each other.
Cub: So no, officer. I did not punch this kid.

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Jevin: Your future self is talking shit about you right now.
Wels: Jokes on them. I'll ruin their fucking life.

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Bdubs: Dammit, Cleo, you ruined everything!
Cleo: You're welcome.

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Grian: You're not jealous, are you?
Scar: No!
Grian: Good, 'cause I consider my fake relationship with you a lot more meaningful.

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Keralis: You need a hobby.
Doc: I have a hobby!
Keralis: Plotting against the Buttercups isn't a hobby.

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X: When was the last time you let someone hug you?
Pearl: 2012.
Impulse: 2012...?
Pearl: Yeah. I almost died and it really freaked Grian out so I let her hug me.

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xB: You can do it!
xB: But if you can't, at least your death will be quick, painless, and really cool to watch.

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Hypno: You'd be stupid to lay a hand on me.
Joe: Oh, you'd be surprised how much stupid shit I do.

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BadTimes, putting his hands over Stress' eyes: Guess who!
Stress: It's either BT or the cold, clammy hands of death.
BadTimes, putting his hands away: It's BT!
Stress: Dammit.

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Gem: At first I thought you were foolish and incompetent.
Etho: My apologies for whatever misstep I may have taken to dispel that impression. It was an honest mistake, I swear.

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Tango: What's wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone's throat out.
Mumbo: Fucking Grian and Scar were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

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False: I thought you were going to give me a book recommendation or something.
Zed: *laughs* Book recommendation? I can't read!

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True: I'm a masochist, not a loser.

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Iskall: Did you like the food I made?
Tfc: No, not really.
Iskall: But I put my heart and soul into it!
Tfc: No wonder it tastes so cold and dead.

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Beef: You call it "really bad at darts", I call it "freestyle acupuncture."
Ren: ...I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

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Today's Question:

What have you always wanted to do that you currently can't?

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