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Griffin trying to help Mirta with Lucy
Griffin, whispering to Mirta, who’s on the phone with Lucy: Ask them something!
Mirta: How are you feeling?
Lucy: Fine.
Griffin: Something personal!
Mirta: At what age did you first get your period?
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Duman: Well, well, well... if it isn’t my old friend: the dawning realization that I fucked up bad.
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Griffin: Valtor stole from me first!
Darcy: Mhm.
Griffin: Stole my heart...
Faragonda: It is still illegal to commit murder.
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*Everyone is playing a board game together*
Gantlos: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'.
Duman: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'.
Anagan: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'.
Ogron: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATIGRAPHIC'.
Anagan: *flips the board*
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Avalon, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me
Palladium, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.
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Lucy: Why are you on the floor?
Mirta: I'm depressed.
Mirta: Also I was stabbed, can you get Icy, please.
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Darcy: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'Haven’t decided yet' is typically a good response.
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Lucy: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you
Mirta: 10 times 0 is still 0 though
Lucy: Jokes on you, I can't do math
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Stormy: Is stabbing someone immoral?
Darcy: Not if they consent to it.
Icy: Depends who you’re stabbing.
Griffin: YES?!?
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Duman: Hah! 69! You know what that means?
Ogron: What?
Gantlos: That you're a child.
Anagan: HOW'D YOU GUESS MY IQ!?
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Griffin: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do?
Darcy: Have everyone stand.
Stormy: Bring three more chairs!
Icy: The most important ones can sit down.
Valtor: Kill three.
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Darcy: You're right.
Riven: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?
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Avalon: God, give me patience.
Palladium: I think you mean 'give me strength'.
Avalon: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead.
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Griffin: You know those things will kill you, right?
Valtor, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point.
Darcy, smoking a vape pen: We’re trying to speed up the process.
Icy: *Nods while eating raw cookie dough*
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Lucy: What the fuck is wrong with you?!
Mirta: Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'.
Lucy: Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!
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