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Gally: Hello all, it is I, your favorite person. Newt: Actually, Tommy's is my favourite. Gally: *sighing.* Of course he is. Okay then, it is I, that bitch.
Alby: can you please be serious for like- five minutes?
Thomas: my record is four but I can try.
Minho: if you can’t beat them, dress better than them.
Thomas: Don’t worry guys, I’ve got a few knives up my sleeve.
Alby: You mean cards?
Thomas, pulling knives out of his hoodie sleeves: No. I mean knives.
Alby: do you take constructive criticism?
Minho: i only take cash or credit.
Thomas: must be hard having no sense of humor.
Gally: i do have a sense of humor.
Thomas: but you never laugh?
Gally: you never say anything funny.
Minho: Pain is nothing. I’ve had 6 ibuprofen pills in the past hour and a half.
Minho: we gotta get through this door, but it’s locked. Newt, give me your credit card.
Newt: Here.
Minho, pocketing it: Thanks, Thomas, kick the door down.
Gally: Fool me once, I’m gonna kill you.
Minho: 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.
Newt: So apparently the ‘big sad’ I’ve been feeling lately is severe depression-
Minho: You wanna see how hardcore I am?
Minho: *punches wall*
Minho:
Minho: Take me to the hospital.
Gally: hey! Sorry I’m late I was uh- doing something-
Thomas *running and out of breath*: HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE GODDAMN STAIRS.
Thomas: I think if you sucked jello up a tube it would be a nice noise.
Minho: I beg to differ.
Thomas: then beg.
Thomas: change is ineditable
Gally: you mean inevitable?
Thomas *spitting out coins*: no.
Minho: If I'm really as evil as you say I am, then have the gods strike me down where I stand.
*Lightning hits him*
Minho: Ha! Nice try, jackass! Next time, give it your A-game!
Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like Minho*
Minho: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.
Newt: I know your deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.
Minho: it’s not a joke.
Minho: *sniffles*
Minho: I’m a legit snack.
Newt: how petty can you get?
Minho: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.
Minho: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?
Newt: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-
Thomas: Smad.