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@incorrect-teamglorious-quotes
I couldn't afford a therapist, so I decided, hey, why not start a podcast?
Jounce (probably)
Dr. Wallis: I hope you'll excuse my cheap wit,
Dr. Wallis: But the hour is late and it's all I have left.
I've never been one to half-ass shenanigans.
Jounce, plotting something with Prisma and Riptide (probably)
Riptide: What are you going to do?
Reverse: I don't know. Something dramatic, I hope.
I am not going to sit here and listen to you accusing me of things I clearly did!
Reverse (probably)
Lady Lightning: [to Molten] You know that he was arrested for stealing a smoothie machine, right?
Willpower: Two smoothie machines.
Reverse: Am I weird?
Riptide: Yeah, but you're hot, so it's easier to put up with.
Martha: Safe travels, Willpower.
Willpower: I have no say in the matter.
Molten: Die, then.
Reverse: I'm going to get a closer look. *floats off*
Silverstar: Reverse, be careful-- ah...
Molten: Welp. Time to start writing his obituary. *takes out a pen and paper*
Silverstar: Oddly morbid gal, aren't you?
Molten: Yes.
Riptide: *opens door* Molten? You deliver pizza now?
Molten: What? I--
Riptide: But we didn't order any pizza.
Riptide: And you forgot the pizza anyway.
Molten: ...
Riptide: *yelling over shoulder* Reverse, the pizza place screwed up again!
Riptide: Teammates, I stand before you--
Riptide: Because if I were behind you, you couldn't see me.
Reverse: So, we had a meeting to debate a new form of government...
[earlier]
Riptide: I vote anarchy.
Reverse: You can't vote anarchy, you dumbass!
Molten: Monarchy! Whoever holds the sword!
Jounce: Party Paryarchy!
Molten: Military dictatorship!
Prisma: Matriarchy.
Riptide: Oh! How about malarkey?
Molten: Riptide, that's not a type of government. It just means meaningless talk and nonsense!
[...]
Reverse: Malarkey won.
Jounce: ...I'm going to drown you. I'm going to drown you like... a sack of puppies.
Reverse: What?! Why would you drown puppies?!
Jounce: Because they're cute and cuddly.
Reverse: Are... you coming on to me?
Jounce: Riptide, on the dating quiz, you scored a three out of five.
Riptide: YES! YES!!!
Prisma: *announcer voice* DATEABLE.
Jounce: This will limit your dating pool to widows, lady plumbers, and convicts.
Riptide: I still consider this a victory.
Jounce: Willpower, your score is-- yeesh! You know, scores don't matter! You should just focus on being you.
Prisma: *announcer voice* QUESTIONABLE.
Jounce: Reverse, on a scale of one to five, you scored... a TWELVE?!
Reverse: My grandma was right all along! I am the world's most perfect man.
Prisma: *announcer voice* TOTAL HUNK.
Molten: You look happy. Let me guess... You dropped your sandwich and they gave it to you for free.
Riptide: No--you can do that? Why doesn't everybody just drop their sandwiches on the floor?
Molten: I was trying to insult you.
Riptide: Instead you gave me an amazing life hack.
Reverse: I made tea.
Jounce: I don't want tea.
Reverse: I didn't make tea for you. This is my tea.
Jounce: Then why are you telling me?
Reverse: It's a conversation starter.
Jounce: That's a lousy conversation starter.
Reverse: Oh, is it? We're conversating. Checkmate.
Atarah: I've never actually been in a snowball fight.
Recondite: Really?
Atarah: I don't even know the rules. Is there, like, a point system, or is it to the death?