#ecetonverse

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Tercell: Brrr, it’s kinda cold.

Trova: Here, take my jacket!

Tristan (to Beth): I’m cold too.

Beth: Well damn Tristan, I can’t control the weather.

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Hester: time sensitive question how flirt boy

Tercell: Throw rocks at he

Penny: Hot Dog

Beth: Kill him

Hester: thanks guys

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Loppa: *pulls out a knife*

Beth: oh no

Loppa: *opens a cardboard box with it*

Beth: oh okay

Loppa: *pulls a gun out of the box*

Beth: oh no

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Tristan: Two years ago, I married my best friend.

Tristan: Beth is still mad about it, but Penny and I were drunk and we thought it would be funny.

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Give me even one goddamn reason why I shouldn’t hit you right in the face.

Beth: My mom specifically instructed me to have a good day.

Penny: It would be way too rewarding.

Tercell: When you move in to punch me, I’m going to hold a bucket up in front of my face, and then your fist will just punch the inside of an empty bucket and you’ll look ridiculous.

Trova: I took the oath never to get punched.

Iteroth: The scheduled walloping time isn’t for another half hour.

Loppa: Judge said I’d go to jail if someone punched me in the face one more time.

Gehala: I’ll open my mouth and swallow your whole arm.

Sable: Wounding me emotionally would pay much higher dividends.

Hester: I’m going to see the Liberty Bell for the first time later today, and I want everything to be perfect.

Tristan: If you’re punching me, who is flying this plane?!

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Hester: Have you ever wanted to go there sometime?

Sable: I’m there all I need to be.

Hester: No, I mean with someone special?

Hester: No, no dating for Sable. It might cut into your brooding time.

Sable: One. Dating within a friend group always leads to disaster. Two. You’re the daughter of the two most influential people in this town and I’m an outsider with issues. Lots of issues. Three. If my enemies ever knew I had “someone special” they wouldn’t rest until they got to me, through her.

Hester: ...Next.

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Iteroth: Whose idea was it to bring all three of you on the same mission?

Beth, Penny, and Tercell: Yours.

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Sable: This coffee’s bitter...like my soul.

Sable, looking through his drawers: I need something black...like my soul.

Sable, putting on a scarf: It’s so cold!...like my soul.