Sandstorm: Here's two facts about me.

Sandstorm: 1. I hate hot people.

Sandstorm: 2. I'm a hypocrite.

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Greystripe: I drink to forget but I always remember.

Firestar: You're drinking orange juice.

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Bluestar, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

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Greystripe: I love hearing Sandstorm shouting at someone else. It makes such a nice change.

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Firestar: Hi, I'm Greystripe's emergency contact.

Counter Woman: You're here to pick them up?

Firestar: I'm here to remove myself as their emergency contact.

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Firestar: So, they kissed me.

Greystripe: And you kissed them back?

Firestar: No, I kissed their mouth.

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Sandstorm: Firestar, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason.

Firestar, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than their size: Spooky.

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Firestar: You borrowed a crane?

Bluestar: Not exactly.

Greystripe: You stole a crane?!

Bluestar: Exactly.

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Firestar: I've organized my messages into three categories.

Firestar: "From Tigerstar"

Firestar: "Death Threats"

Firestar: and "Death Threats From Tigerstar"

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Bluestar: *is hugging Firestar*

Sandstorm: Hey! It's my turn to hug Firestar!

Sandstorm: *grabs Firestar*

Greystripe: *kicking down the door* What do you mean, "yOuR tUrN"? We agreed now is my time slot!

Bluestar: No, It's still my turn!

Firestar: *suffocating* Guys, I love you, but just because I'm the smallest doesn't mean you can be hugging me constantly!

Sandstorm: But we need the moral support!

Bluestar: And you're small! Which is cute!

Greystripe: If I don't hug you right now I think the depression will kick in and my body will stop functioning.

Firestar: *close to tears* Well- I, I guess.

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