HATCHvrai

Everything is normal in Hatchetfield, New Mexico. This is how it's Always Been. [Main Account is @sweetertangerine]

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End of Act 1... ALMOST?

yeah there'll be one more.

Don't worry. We're getting there

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EVERYBODY RUN

"But your coffee- bro-"

"THEY'RE CALLING ME MR. DILFMAN NOW, THAT PLACE CAN GO FUCK ITSELF."

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GORDON DILFMAN

"WH."

On the floor. There's some sort of Blue sludge mixed with the coffee.

"FUCKING GROSS."

"GORDON THEY'RE SINGING AND 'DANCING' VIOLENTLY IN OUR DIRECTION WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON-"

"RUN. RUN. RUN."

"Don't- don't leave me behind-"

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bubby are you ok??? your eye????

"THERE'S SOMETHING FUCKED UP GOING ON HERE- EVERYONE'S FALLING OVER."

"They All Had Their Coffee."

"Their apotheosis will be upon them at any moment."

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE COFFEE?!"

"..."

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"Yellin' at me. About drinking a drink-"

"..."

"WH- BUBBY, THAT WAS MY CUP."

"I QUIT. AND WE'RE LEAVING."

"I ALSO HATE SINGING."

"You can't quit, Bubby."

"There's still Coffee to Serve."

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gordon i’m frightened

"ME TOO, MAN."

"Bet a uh."

"Cuppa Joe would fix that."

"FINE."

"Fine, just- stop. Talking."

"You're so LOUD, you keep drowning me out."

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that coffee looks good Gordon, Bubby made it just for you

"You're all suddenly Very Pushy."

"And we'll bring iiiiiit"

"And we'll bring iiiiiiit"

"Bring it riiiiiiight"

"And we'll bring it right up, oi oi oi"

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drink the coffee Gordon

"..."

"..."

"What."

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that's coffee, Benrey

"... you should drink some."

"Well, yeah that's the plan- what. What do you want."

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DING DING

"A little."

"But not of a MuSiCaL thing-"

"Oh, that's a tip, gotta sing the stupid tip song-"

"BUBBY."

"Bro... what're you holding?"

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GORDON YOU HAVE TO TELL HIM ABOUT THE MUSICAL

"OKAY. LISTEN. I THINK THERE'S SOMETHING. SINISTER. INFECTING HATCHETFIELD."

"AND. THIS IS GONNA SOUND ODD. BUT. ITS TERRIFYING, WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT THE IMPLICATIONS."

"PROMISE ME YOU'LL THINK ABOUT THE IMPLICATIONS."

"OKAY. OKAY. What."

"I think the world. Is becoming. A musical."

". . ."

"I-"

"DON'T SAY ANYTHING. LET IT SINK IN."

"....."

"OKAY."

"Are you FRIGHTENED?"

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Gordon you have to tell him

"Bubby- Bubby. Bubby. There's- somethings wrong- somethings-"

"You? Or that. Guy. Behind you?"

"Hi Bubby."

"..... anyways."

"I had to learn an entire ROUTINE, Gordon. These perfect legs of mine are Killing Me."

"... here's your coffee by the way."

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Bubby help we're stuck with this crazy guy

"Normal conversation... normal..."

"Yeah. And if my boss catches me, I'm getting Fucking Fired, Gordon."

"We're supposed to sing when people TIP, and COME IN, and ORDER-"

"I deserve better than this."

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poor Bubby. They got him

"NO. NOT YOU TOO, BUBBY. PLEASE GOD STOP SINGING."

"Okay, okay. You know I don't like singing this shit anyway."

"... you're Talking to me. And you're not a cop."

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You go get your coffee Gordon

"HELLO?"

"HELLO???"

"PLEASE GOD, I JUST WANT A BLACK COFFEE."

"Blaaaack coffee, I'm your coffee guy-"

"NO"

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coffee date!!!!

"DON'T CALL IT THAT"

"YEEEEEAH."

"Let's- let's go Sir."

"WHY ARE YOU- STOP. STOP POINTING. YOUR GUN AT ME."