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things that the wizards of the folly probably said. submissions are always open! (icon by desecrets@lj)

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Peter: It's time for plan B.

Guleed: We have a plan B?

Peter: Nope, but it's time for one.

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Guleed: I am the smartest, most skilled police officer in this department.

Stephanopoulos: ...is your hand stuck in the vending machine?

Guleed: I paid for my Rolos.

Guleed: I'm getting my Rolos.

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Dominic, holding up a picture of Victor: Have you seen my husband?

Peter: Not since yesterday. Is he missing?

Dominic: Oh no, he's fine. He's up on the farm right now but I just want people to look at him. Isn't he perfect?

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Olivia: I'm a lesiab

Olivia: Lesbiam

Olivia: Less bien

Fleet: It's okay, take your time.

Olivia: Girls

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Peter: Damn, I was an idiot.

Peter: ...

Lesley: If you're waiting for me to disagree with you it's going to be a long night.

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Nightingale: I don't always understand Abigail's texts. It says she's still at school. Then a box with a question mark inside. Another box with a question mark. Then, another box with a question mark. What does this mean?

Peter: It means you don't have emojis on your phone.

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It's not natural for someone to be as stupid as he is tall, and yet there you stand.

Peter Grant to Martin Chorley, probably.

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One of these days I will float up off into damn space and no one can stop me, not even gravity or NASA.

Caroline Linden-Limmer

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Peter: Where is my fucking staff?

Nightingale: Peter, Abigail's here, say it nicer.

Peter: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my fucking staff?

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Peter: You can't do this.

Lesley: No. You're right, I can't. Oh, wait a second, I'm a practitioner, I can.

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Peter: *does something awesome*

Nightingale: *under his breath* Are you seeing this?

Beverley: *loudly* un-fucking-believable

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It's a ceiling. I've seen a lot of ceilings in my life. I'd say this one rates about a 3, 3.5.

Peter Grant

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Everything's for keepsies if you're sneaky about it.

Lady Helena Linden-Limmer

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Abigail: We are raisin haters first and people third

Nightingale: What are we second?

Peter: What's second?

Abigail: Mothman

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We’re back!

Hey, sorry for the hiatus there! Life happened a lot.

I’ve filled up the queue and hopefully should be more consistent with posting this time. And submissions, whether through the ask box or submissions box are always welcome!

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Stephanopoulos: Okay can we think this through instead of Peter-ing right in?

Peter: Did you just use my name as a verb

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Peter: And if the Faceless Man just shoots you in the head?

Nightingale: Then just shoot him in the head. Hell, I don’t know. Avenge me.