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*Cub and Bdubs open the door to the HEP HQ*

Cub: Is Scar here?

Tango: Uhh, you know what-

*Scar throws himself through the window*

Tango: -he just left.

Bdubs: ...really?

Tango: Yeah...

*Scar grabs a coat from through the broken window*

Tango: Sorry.

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Beef, at five am: Oh, good morning. didn't know you're an early bird.

Wels: I'm not, I'm heading to bed now.

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Stress, once again acting as the group therapist: kids, what did we say about self-care?

X: more espresso less depresso

Joe, helping out: no

BadTimes: don't be sad. sad backwards is das, and das not good

Stress: no

Hels: it be like that sometimes

Joe: no-

Ex: it eez what it eez

Stress and Joe: NO!

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Doc: Don't you have to go be obnoxious somewhere else?

Ren: Not until four.

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False: The sound of high heels on the pavement as you walk is the ultimate power trip, like you could be buying milk or on your way to assassinate someone.

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Hypno: Hey Jevin, we're both single and well... I don't wanna be single when I'm old, so let's make pact.

Jevin: Okay, if we're still single when we're old we'll-

*At the same time*

Hypno: Marry each other.

Jevin: Kill each other

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Etho: Ice skating is just cursive walking.

Mumbo: Please, I'm so tired.

Grian: No, dancing is cursive walking, ice skating is cursive walking but with knives.

Keralis: Tap dancing is walking in all caps.

Zed: Marching is walking with perfect punctuation, grammar, and spelling.

Cleo: No, it's walking in iambic pentameter.

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xB: I have an idea.

TFC: A good one?

xB: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

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Scar: I learned some very valuable lessons from this.

Iskall: I'm guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should've taken away.

Scar: Death isn't real, and I'm basically God.

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Impulse: Zed has these insanely strong opinions on everything. Go on, ask him a thing nobody should have an opinion on.

Tango: Hey, Zed, what's the worst possible multiple of four?

Zed, scoffing: Twelve, obviously.

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Cub: *talking to a new hermit* As the Hermits, it's our job to protect the server from being destroyed by monsters and still profit. *puffs out chest* you could say we are the ultimate source of good.

Grian: What about the civil war in season 6?

Scar: The Mycelium war in season 7?

Beef: The nHo in season 5?

Wels: And that mine, X  and Scar's siblings are evi-

Cub: WOAH!!

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Biffa: I wanted to apologize about my behaviour last week.

Hypno: oh?

Biffa: Then, I realised I wasn't sorry.

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Zed: Boil up some Mountain Dew. It's gonna be a long night...

X: You could have said ANYTHING else.

Tango: Fire burn and cauldron bubble, baja blast to fuel my trouble.

X:

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BadTimes: Hey Ex, do you have a bag I can borrow?

Ex: The only bags I have are the ones under my eyes, and they're specifically designed to carry the burden of my existence.

BadTimes: Literally all you needed to say was no.

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Wels: Are you talking to yourself?

Hels: Yes, it's the only way to have an intelligent conversation.

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Grian: Any kiss could be the kiss of death depending on the severity of your allergies and what your kissing partner has been eating.

Etho: Or if they have a knife for a tongue.

Grian:

Etho:

Grian: Yeah, or if they have a knife for a tongue.

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Today's Question:

Why are we here?

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