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Cyclone: Can you recommend a book that'll make me cry?

Blaze: General Mathematics 8th Grade Edition.













Gopal: Hey, let’s mess with Fang, guys!

Blaze: Hey, Fang, your momma so fat-

Fang: My mom committed multiple war crimes and is now locked in solitary confinement in a Bolivian prison.

Cyclone: Well, uh- your dad-

Fang: My father left when I was two only to be captured and consequentially sacrificed by a group of feral ferrets.

Blaze: The f*ck-

Gopal: Well then...

Cyclone: Wait- stop!

Gopal: Your grandparents so-

Fang: My grandmother floated into the sky like a balloon with too much helium when my grandfather spontaneously combusted.

Fang: You cannot best me, mortals.











Blaze: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD *SS SL*T!

Solar: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.

Blaze: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good b*tch?

Solar: Somehow that's worse.











Thorn: WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! HE COULD HAVE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS, HE COULD HAVE HAD A FAMILY!!!

Ying: Thorn-

Ying: It- it was just an ant-













Solar: Ice, get that hideous thing out of the living room, would you?

Ice: Thunder, Solar wants you to get out of the house.













Gentar: I’m the smartest, wisest person in this group.

Sopan: Really? Then why is your hand stuck in a vending machine?

Gentar: I paid for my Mars Bar, I’m getting my Mars Bar.













Quake, at Lunar’s funeral: I need a moment with him.

Everyone else at the funeral: Of course. *leaves*

Quake, leaning over Lunar’s coffin: Okay, listen here you little sh*t. I know you’re not dead.

Lunar, sitting up in the coffin: Yeah, no sh*t.











Thunder, playing a video game: This game is so frustrating! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!

Quake: Ok, I think it’s time to turn off the game for a little while.

Thunder: But I’m having fun!













Thorn: A butterfly! Hey, little guy, gal or nonbinary pal!

Blaze: Can a butterfly be nonbinary?

Thorn: I mean, maybe? I don't judge.

Cyclone, staring dreamily out of the window: Ah, have you ever imagine having butterfly wings? Then-

Metal: Then it would be inconvenient as f*ck. Your wings would smack every doorframe and your clothes would have to have holes in the back.

Blaze: Also, your wing's paper thin, so even a six year old aimed a NERF gun at it would... Yeah...

Solar: *sips coffee* According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a-

Cyclone:  No, nononono. You f*ckers have already shattered my dream, you don't get the f*cking privilege to make that reference.

Quake: STOP SWEARIN—

Blaze: Also, it's about a butterfly, not a bee... Why would you make that reference?

Thorn: You clearly have not lived with them long enough.












Quake: What do you want for breakfast?

Lunar: I WISH TO DEVOUR THE UNBORN.

Solar:

Solar: He wants eggs.




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