Yay! This is the 100th chapter on this book!
This is a special chapter, but I have something more bigger planned.
Spoiler alert: It's a Boat Boys fanic!!!
I don't know when it will be out, but hopefully by this weekend, since I don't have school on Monday.
Anyways, lets get rolling!

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Lizzie: If you're going to suggest I try dropping twenty feet down a pitch dark tower in the hope of hitting a couple of greasy little steps which might not even still be there, you can forget it.
Joel: There is an alternative, then.
Lizzie: Out with it.
Joel: You could drop five hundred feet down a pitch black tower and hit stones which certainly are there.

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Cleo: Just trust your gut!
Martyn: Babe, I have anxiety. My gut is literally always telling me to abort mission.

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Pearl: Okay, help me, please!
Scott: Got two words for you.
Pearl: I bet they won't be helpful.
Scott: Your problem.
Pearl: I was right.

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Etho: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- (translation: I'M SORRY)
Bdubs: What's that?
Etho: Remorse code.
Bdubs: I'm even angrier now.

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Etho: Good night.
Tango: Sleep tight.
Impulse: Don't let the bedbugs crawl up to your ear and whisper threatening things that make you question yourself.
Skizz: Great, now Tango's crying.

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Skizz: You know guys, sometimes I feel like Etho doesn't take me seriously enough.
Bdubs: "Sometimes"?
Tango: "Enough"?
Skizz:
Tango: Change that to 'at all' and we'll talk.

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Grian: I'm gonna need a human skull but you can't ask why.
Scar: Only if you also don't ask why.
Scar: *pulls four pristine human skulls out of their bag*
Grian: ...
Grian, grabbing a skull: This one will do.

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Martyn: Ren, I rebuke thee! I rebuke thee!
Ren: Rebuke? Is that a word?
Martyn: You have all invoked my fury! You will all pay recompense for your transgressions!
Ren: What, you got like a word-a-day calendar or something?

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Cleo: What time is it?
Lizzie: I don't know, pass me that saxaphone and we'll find out
Lizzie: *BLASTS the saxaphone*
Big B: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXAPHONE AT TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING
Lizzie: It's 2 am

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Ren: Who's in charge here?
Big B, shrugging: Usually whoever yells the loudest.

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Grian, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

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Grian: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I'd get way too into it.
Mumbo: What- how?
Grian: You'd be like "come to bed ... Mr. President" and I'd be like, "I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18."
(The fact that neither of them are American-)

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Joel: If any person here knows of any just cause or impediment why these two should not be joined together in holy matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.
Jimmy: Yes! I do. One of the partners is already married! They married me three years ago. And don't let them deny it! I've got the marriage certificate to prove it!
*Grian turns around to face them*
Jimmy: Oh... sorry. Wrong church.

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Bdubs: *pitches an idea*
Scar, impressed: Huh, there might be something here!
Cleo, under their breath: Yeah, a lawsuit.

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Big B: Are you alright?
Pearl: Short answer or long answer?
Big B: Short?
Pearl: No.
Big B: Long?
Pearl: Nooooooo.

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Jimmy: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?
Tango: Literally or figuratively?
Jimmy: I have to specify?

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Pearl: I am going to need you to swear-
Gem: Fuck.
Pearl:
Pearl: ...swear as in promise.

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Cleo: Pearl is taking credit for Gem's work, getting them to deal with everything, and making fun of them! You know what they sounds like?
Lizzie: You?
Cleo: No, I meant... You know Gem. In spite of being clever and sarcastic they're also... fragile and weird and they have trouble fitting in. And Pearl is taking advantage of their weakness! You know what that's called?
Lizzie: A Cleo?
Cleo: ...Yeah, but I'm the only one who should be allowed to do that, okay?!

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Scar: You know, Pearl, when you generalize, you tell general... lies.
Pearl: ...
Pearl: Are you trying to teach me moral lessons through puns.

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Martyn: Do you want to play 20 Questions?
Mumbo: Sure!
Mumbo: Whats your favorite color?
Martyn, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you like men?

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Martyn: And what do I get out of this?
Ren: I will give you a dollar.
Martyn: What do you think I am? A chump? I would never do it for a dollar!
Ren: How bout two dollars?
Martyn: You got yourself a deal.

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Watchers: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

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Cleo: Hey, Scar, how are you doing?
Scar: I have hit my head three times, I've lost my favourite shirt and forgot my bag at school.
Cleo: Oh, ok! That's pretty good!
Scar: Yup!
Cleo: I lost my phone and my cat died.
Scar: Hey, not bad compared to last week.
Cleo: I know right!
Martyn: Are they okay?
Scott: I don't think they are.

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*Grian and Scar are in a mirror maze*
Grian, seeing Scar: C'mon, you got it! Almost through!
Scar: I see you! *runs straight into a mirror, shattering it*
Grian: *screams*

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Scar: Do you know a turtles only weakness?
Grian: No... well, their slowness.
Scar: Their weaknesss is they can't roll over when they are on their backs.
Scar: Now I have a plan.
Scar: If I duct tape two turtles together, they'll be unstoppable.

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And now, time for short stories!

Sleepy Nights - 3L Grian and Scar (Fluff)

In the desert, high on a mountain, sat a small house.

Its two residents, Grian and Scar, were inside, laying down on the couch. Grian was reading a book, and Scar was leaned against Grian, his eyes closed, half asleep. The cool night air blew slightly into their house, and Grian shivered, feeling Scar shiver as well. Getting up, Grian had to detangle himself from Scar, and he made his way to the window. He closed it tight, and returned to the couch. Sitting down, Scar almost immediately leaned against him once again, and Grian chuckled laughing, picking up his book and putting it away.

Grabbing Scar by the waist, Grian pulled the two of them down, and Scar yelped slightly. Now, the two were lying down on the couch facing each other, and Grian pressed a small kiss to Scar's nose. Scar laughed lightly, kissing Grian back on the forehead. Grian grabbed a blanket that was on the floor, and draped it over the two, in case they got cold again.

"I love you Grian.." Scar whispered, about to fall asleep.

"I love you too Scar." Grian whispered back, closing his eyes.

The two of them soon fell asleep, wrapped in the blanket, and in each other's embrace.

Pillow Fights - DL Scott and Cleo (Fluff)

As the sun set outside, shrieks could be heard from inside a house.

On a bed, Scott and Cleo stood, swinging at each other with pillows, both squealing.

They both dodged, they both got hit, they were fighting to the death.

Okay, not actually fighting to the death, but you get what I mean, right?

Scott tripped Cleo over, and the zombie fell back onto the bed. Scott stood over them, and whacked them with a pillow. Some feathers came loose, falling onto Cleo's face. Scott laughed, before he was hit with another pillow. He stared back at Cleo, a dead stare on his face.

"You basically just declared war." He stated, before attempting to hit Cleo with a pillow again. She rolled out the of the way, and stood up, shaking the feathers from their orange hair. 

"Oh you're on." They laughed, before swinging the pillow and hit Scott directly in the face. The routine continued, with both of them swinging, dodging , and getting hit by each other. Eventually, they both were laying down on the bed, high-pitched giggles coming from both of their mouths. Cleo was the first to stand up, grabbing a nearby pillow and smacking Scott in the shoulder. Scott squirmed away, not even trying to fight back.

"What, you're admitting defeat?" Cleo mocked, before they dropped the pillow and stood over Scott.

"No." He responded, setting up and grabbing another pillow.

Oh it was on, again.

After multiple rounds, Scott and Cleo both ended up both flat on the bed, pillows and feathers all around them. Scott rolled onto his side, tugging Cleo over, and hugged the zombie. They could feel the others heartbeat loud and clear.

"Is that enough pillow fighting?" Cleo asked, and Scott muttered a yes in response. Cleo smiled gently, letting herself stay in the embrace of their soulmate.

For the two of them, soulmates weren't assigned to people.

Soulmates were the people who you could choose.

Sun-kissed - 3L Scott and Jimmy (Fluff)

The sun set high above the server, darkening the sky, signaling that night was coming.

In a field full of flowers, two boys laid next to each other, the sun kissing both of their faces.

The cyan-haired male was holding the blond-haired male, and they both watched the sunset.

War may have started to brew, but for now, they didn't care.

The taller turned to look at the smaller boy in his arms, a pleasant smile growing on his face.

Jimmy was too distracted by the sunset to notice that Scott was looking at him. So when Scott planted a kiss to Jimmy's cheek, that was when Jimmy noticed, and his face went red slightly.

"You know, the sun isn't the only one that can kiss your face." Scot murmured, pulling Jimmy closer and kissing him all over his face. Soft laughs filled the field, and Jimmy smiled, kissing Scott on the cheek.

"I love you Jimmy."

"I love you too Scott."

While war was already starting to brew, the two boys didn't have to worry about it for now.

As they both had what they needed.

Each other.