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#source: how the grinch stole christmas
uncorrectintamed · 3 months
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Wen Qing: Maybe you should go visit your sister.
Wei Wuxian: My schedule wouldn't allow it! 4:00 wallow in self pity; 4:30 stare into the abyss; 5:00 solve world hunger (tell no one); 5:30 jazzercise; 6:30 dinner with me, I can't cancel that again; 7:00 wrestle with my self loathing. I'm booked!
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incorrect-hs-quotes · 4 months
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Eridan: the nervve of those humans invvitin me to a holiday party on such short notice
Eridan: evven if i wwanted to go to the christmas party my schedule wwouldn’t alloww it
Eridan: four o clock, wwalloww in self pity
Eridan: four thirty, stare into the abyss
Eridan: fivve o clock, solvve wworld hunger, tell: no-one
Eridan: fivve thirty, jazzercise
Eridan: six thirty dinne,r wwith me- i cant cancel that again!
Eridan: seven o cloc,k wwrestle with my self loathing
Eridan: im booked!
Eridan: of course if i bump the loathing to nine i could be done in time to lie in bed stare at the ceiling and slip slowwly into madness
Eridan: …
Eridan: but wwhat wwould i wwear!?
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tf2incorrectquotes · 7 months
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After meeting the Heavy:
Medic: Ah! *clutches chest* ARRRRGH! ARCHIMEDES, HELP ME! I’M… FEELING!! *collapses*
Archimedes: Chirp?
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Shinigami: Do I have a crush on Karai? Ha ha ha! Of course not!
Mikey: I didn’t ask you that.
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Glumshanks: The nerve of the Skylanders, inviting me to a Christmas party. And such short notice, too! Even if I wanted to go, my schedule wouldn’t allow it!!
Glumshanks: Let’s see, four o’clock, wallow in self-pity.
Glumshanks: Four-thirty, stare into the abyss.
Glumshanks: Five o’clock, help Kaos solve world hunger. Tell no one.
Glumshanks: Five-thirty, jazzercise.
Glumshanks: Six-thirty, dinner with me. I can’t cancel that again!
Glumshanks: Seven o’clock, wrestle with my self-loathing.
Glumshanks: …I’m booked! 'Course, if I move the loathing to nine, I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling, and slip slowly into madness.
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theghooligan · 1 year
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dark impulse mikey, *externally*: so, how do you want to die?
dark impulse mikey’s *internal dialogue*: even if i wanted to go, my schedule wouldn't allow it. 4:00, wallow in self pity; 4:30, stare into the abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one; 5:30, jazzercise; 6:30, dinner with me —i can't cancel that again; 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing. ... i’m booked. of course, if i bump the loathing to 9, i could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling, and slip slowly into madness…
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ladymiraclewings · 1 year
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Eda: *is angry and breaking everything in sight*
Luz: The anger!
Hunter: The fury!
Raine, swooning: The muscles…
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Buttler: My lord, what is Berry Day really about? Lord Betrayus: VENGEANCE!
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incorrecttlg · 2 months
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Kion: Did i have a crush on Jasiri? Of course not!
Kiara: I didn't ask you that.
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Hades: *getting all angry and flared up about something*
Pain: The anger!
Panic: The fury!
Persephone: *swooning* The muscles!
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angelofthenight · 11 months
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Bran, holding out his thumb: TAXI!
Taxi driver: *drives right past him screaming because of his creepy stare*
Bran:
Bran: ITS BECAUSE IM CRIPPLED ISN'T IT
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stardust948 · 1 year
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Ozai: You may have just changed my entire outlook on life!
Aang: Really?
Ozai: No.
Ozai: *shoots lightning at him*
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waterfire1848 · 1 year
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Everyone on their first ride on Appa: AHH! We’re gonna die! We’re gonna die! I’m going to throw up and then we’re gonna die!
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Raph: *is angry and breaking everything in sight*
Leo: The anger!
Mikey: The fury!
Mona Lisa, swooning: The muscles…
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Imoen: Kivan, what is Christmas really about?
Kivan: VENGEANCE!
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AZ: Even if I wanted to go, my schedule wouldn’t allow it! AZ: Four o’clock, wallow in self pity. AZ: Four-thirty, stare into the abyss. AZ: Five o’clock, solve world hunger— tell no one. AZ: Five-thirty, jazzercise. AZ: Six-thirty, dinner with me— I can’t cancel that again. AZ: Seven o’clock, wrestle with my self-loathing… AZ: I’m booked! Of course, if I bump the loathing to nine, I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip into madness… But what would I wear?!
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