Ink: The fuck did you say about my kids!? Error hold my sketchbook.
Error: I got your sketchbook baby go kick some ass.
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Ink: He's failing because you suck at your job.
Teacher: now I'm sure-
Ink: ah ah ah ah. Do it right or I'll beat your ass so hard you'll be all the way back in the fifties.
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Ink: Don't talk to me or my family ever again!
Fresh: But I love Pj-
Ink: I said *slightly louder* stay the fuck away from my family. Honestly he's like, seven. You're over twenty.
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Gradient: mom I'm going out!
Ink: don't get killed! Actually Y'know what take some pepper spray.
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Ink: Move, I'm gay.