ATSV INCORRECT QOUTES ☆ !!
This includes x reader and character x character (not in a ship way)
Miguel: Do we have any orange juice left?
Hobie: *pours the remaining juice into their cup*
Hobie: Sorry, we’re all out.
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You: *sees someone doing something stupid*
You: What an idiot.
You: *realizes it's Miles*
You: Wait, that's MY idiot!
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You: Pavitr ... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?
Pavitr: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned.
You: …
You: I wrote sanitize, Pav.
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You: My life is a mess.
Miguel: You relax, go get a beer.
You: I don’t want a beer.
Miguel: Who said it was for you?
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Peter B Parker: I've connected the two dots.
Miguel: You didn't connect shit.
Peter B Parker: I've connected them.
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*The gang is learning CPR on a test dummy.*
Gwen: So, assessing the situation. Are they breathing?
Hobie: No, Gwendy. They are not breathing. And they have no arms or legs.
Gwen: No, that’s not part of it—
Hobie: Where are they? You know what.. If we come across somebody with no arms or legs do we bother resuscitating them? I mean, what kind of quality of life do we have there?
Miles: I would want to live with no legs.
Hobie: How about no arms? No arms or legs is basically how you exist right now, Miles. You don’t do anything.
Gwen: All right, well, lets get back to it. ‘Cause you’re losing him.
Hobie: *pumps frantically*
Gwen: Okay, too fast. Everyone, we need to pump at a pace of a 100 beats per minute.
Hobie: Okay, that’s uh, hard to keep track. How many is that per hour?
Pavitr: How’s that gonna help you?
Hobie: I will divide and then count to it.
Pavitr: Right.
Gwen: Okay. Well, a good trick is to pump to the tune of ‘Staying Alive’ by the Bee Gees. Do you know that song?
Hobie: Yes, yes I do. I love that song. *clears throat, begins to sing* First I was afraid, I was petrified.
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Pavitr: I told Hobie to grab snacks for everyone.
Gwen , looking through the options: Why did you grab fruit snacks? Are you five? Who even likes Fruit Snacks?
*Pavitr, Hobie, and Miles raise their hands*
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*In a horror movie situation*
Hobie: I've got no service in my phone here.
Pavitr: Shoot, my battery just died.
Gwen : Sorry guys, I just broke my phone with a hammer.
Miles: Guys, my phone is a book.
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You, to Gwen : We had a date!
You: *aggressively points to Hello Kitty Coloring Book*
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Hobie: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-
You: I wrote you a poem.
Hobie, already crying: You did?
Smth simple until I post an actual fic <3 im sorry for keeping you guys waiting sm I have terrible time management 😭
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Pavitr: I'm forgetting the word...
Miles: Word for what? Maybe we can help?
Pavitr: The word for being proud of your country? Or something like that? What is it, Nazism?
Miles:
Gwen:
Hobie:
Hobie: Nationalism. You mean Nationalism. Please tell me you mean Nationalism.
Pavitr: Yes that's the word! Thank you, Hobie.
Pavitr:
Pavitr: OH MY GOD I SAID NAZISM OH FUCK I DIDN'T MEAN TO-
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Hobie: Marriage is a wonderful institution, but who wants to live in an institution, you get me fam?
Pavitr: Aww, it’s a no? *slowly putting spiked ring down*
Hobie: Don’t talk daft, little Pav. We’re goin’ to steal shit from the Museum.
Pavitr: You do love me!
Hobie: Ten toes down, lil man!
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