Me: These Oreos are the reward I will receive if I clean up my room.
My brain: Why not just eat them now?
Me: What? But if I do that, I won't clean my room!
My brain: You have the power to eat them now, and you don't want to clean your room anyways.
Me, stuffing an Oreo into my face: No! That's not how this is supposed to work!
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norman: love is dead and never existed. all you ever did was betray me as i lay sick and festering. you are the definition of dread.
emma: you’ve been making dumb poetry like this for the last 20 minutes, are you alright?
norman, tearing up: ray stole my garlic bread
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