Micheal: Dad, if you don't shut up I'm going to throw myself out of the car.
Car: *click*
Micheal: DID YOU JUST TURN THE FUCKING CHILDREN'S LOCK ON?!
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Michael: *Explaining how he got scooped during Sister Location and used as a way to escape*
Michael: It was... it was crazy.
Jeremy, remembering the time Michael accidentally said The Grink instead of Grinch: Was The Grink there?
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Solar: Look at this thing.
Solar: *holds up Jack like a cat*
Solar: This thing has not a single thought in its head.
Solar: But this thing is my son.
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Y/N : I’m having problems with a guy.
Michael : Like “his dead body won’t fit in your car” problems or “you like him” problems?
Y/N : The “I like him” problems.
Michael, shrugs : Too bad, I could have actually helped you with the other types.
Y/N : . . .
Y/N, trying not to crack a smile : You would bury yourself?
Michael : Yeah I mean— wait—
Michael :
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Splinter's Ghost: You have one job. Be there for your brothers and be the new Sensai of the Hamato Clan.
Leo: That's two jobs.
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Michael, writing in glitter pen (through tears): Dear Diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count.
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Micheal: Helpy. I need help.
Helpy: What do you need help with Mr. Schmidt?
Michael: Tax evasion.
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y/n: remember when you didn’t try to solve all your problems with arson?
Michael holding a lighter: stop romanticising the past.
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William as springtrap about to kill somebody: you can’t gatekeep , gaslight, and girlboss your way out of this one
Vanessa dying on the floor: whAt the fuck doEs that even meaN ?!?!?!
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Crying Child, cowering in fear: What do you want from me?!
Micheal, standing in front of CC: *bites into the whole KitKat bar like a heathen*
CC, crying: Please…stop…
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Moon: *crawling on the ceiling*
DJ Music Man: *trying to swat him with his hand* COME DOWN HERE AND FACE ME LIKE AN ANIMATRONIC
Moon: COME UP HERE AND FACE ME LIKE A SPIDER!
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Glamrock Bonnie: My hands are cold.
Glamrock Freddy: Here, let me hold them.
Glamrock Bonnie: My lips are cold, too.
Glamrock Freddy: *Covers his mouth with a hand*
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Eclipse: Ladies can’t handle my rizz. It’s too much for them.
Solar: Fancy way of saying you’re gay and a bottom but okay.
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Y/N : U sad?
Michael : I wouldn’t say I’m “sad”.
Y/N : But if like a semi truck was speeding your direction you wouldn’t step out of the way or…?
Michael : :)
Y/N : ?
Michael : :]
Y/N, growing concerns : Michael?
Michael : *Seen*
Y/N : Michael ansWER!!!!
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