// Hey gang! Thank you all for 10k followers! I didn’t expect this bot to get so big, but it’s time for a little pinned tweet thread and organisation: - First, if you’d like to submit a quote to the bot, you can now do so via this form, rather than DMs: forms.gle/EoiMBEAMLKJDb7UY9

"Here is now, and now is me, and me is whatever that moment is."

"To understand the past, to reckon with it, and what has been done wrong—but also to know where you came from. These both go hand in hand."

You made friends? Aw, sweetheart, that's great. Why are you at the murder scene!?

"Gorgug's doing a crab stand!" "CRAB STAND! CRAB STAND! CRAB STAND! CRAB STAND!" "He's fucking doing it!" "See, that's all just masking pain."

Toxic masculinity is dead! I dance now!

"Egg roll to go!"

"So as my litigator your legal advice-" "My legal advice would be that this is super rad."

"God. Why'd she have to learn its name? Once I know its name it's got a nickname in my head. A-town. And once you got a nickname, you're on the team."

"You seem very brave." "I have my moments."

Gorthalax, it was very nice to meet you. You've made a cuckold of me.

Guess what, bitch, I'm strong now.

Amethar, the Unfallen. Let's see if Candia can earn the same title.

Your Holiness, this is Fructera. I am dressed for court.

"Fletcher Cottonbottom's at the top of this tower. I find the will."

"Well, if it's December 21st, I'm making breakfast. Classic December 21st."

"All right, if you guys are cops, you have to tell me. Do you know that's the law? If you're cops—" "Hey, I'm a rat, right?" "That man's a rat, we're on a magical bus, you—" "I'm definitely not a cop." "This just feels like the most elaborate sting operation."

The heart of the city beats. Kingston, you are glowing with more divine light than you have ever seen yourself radiate in this moment. Null is going to be defeated here. And you have never been more certain of anything in your life.

"Professor Aguefort... Are you my dad?" "I was about to ask you the very same thing."

"We cannot live forever. So what must we do to live forever? Write our name on the face of the world with our heroic deeds."

Like a meteor falling from the sky, the King erupts in flame, strikes into the ground. Cola steam and bright purple and pink rocks crater. From the dust and rubble, the King of Candia stands, having fallen from the height of his own castle, alive, as the sounds of war erupt.