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𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓮, 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓪𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓮. 𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮.

“They always forget my boy, Knuckles.”

“Dude, are there Knuckles ones?”

He would be the annoying bout Google’s birthday, but he doesn’t want to get stabbed.

// Bing: I’m going to the store, you need anything? Chase: A will to live. Bing: … I have like, 12 bucks dude.

“I suffer.”

“Carving turnips sounds hard to do.”

“What the fuck is wrong with that horse.”

“Oh, sick.”

“Does Marvin know Italian?”

“Nah, it’s fine. I’m used to weird.”

“Y’know what, fair.” A nod.

“Yeah, that’s kinda why I was starin. You were just laying there talking to yourself.”

“Was just wonderin who you were talkin to.”

…. Weird.

Peeking at Chase. What he doin-

“Arin… his brain is the internet dude.”

“Yan aura-farming by capturing 3 boys.”

“Well that’s certainly a… an /interesting/ choice of words.”

“The only reason I don’t get lost is cuz I have the building’s blueprints in my brain.” … “Also cuz I practically live there.”

“I tried the spooky ranch btw, and it’s not even bad.”