me and Bee : *aggressively singing about cars*

Lauren and Angel : *off somewhere aggressively singing about wet ass pussy*

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me : so what's your type?

Angel : blonde, green eyes, at least a decent human being, enjoys ghost stories, oblivious

me : huh, that kind of sounds like me

Angel : did I mention oblivious?

me : yeah

Angel : okay, just making sure

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Angel : sentiment is a chemical defect and weakness

Snek : you're literally making a Valentine's day card for Char right now

Angel : *aggressively points glue gun at Snek*

Angel : you shut your fucking mouth

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all of us : it's been a tough year

someone : it's the first week of February

all of us : your point?

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Sunny : in my defense, I was left unsupervised

Bee : wasn't Lauren with you?

Lauren : in my defense, I was also left unsupervised

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Sunny : fuck you!

Angel : while your intention is to insult me

Angel : I would like to point out you are technically implying you want to have sex with me

Sunny :

Angel : linguistically speaking

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the Crackheads™ : I hate human contact

the Crackheads™ : hi

the Crackheads™ : *unholy excited screeching*

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Bee : we all have our demons

Bee : *gestures to the rest of us*

Bee : these are mine

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me : wait, some people really go around living their lives without hyperfixating on fiction?

Snek : sounds fake, but okay

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Bee : this is such a bad idea

the rest of us : then why are you coming?

Bee : one of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong