#geese answer

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omg they’re sweethearts i love they-

(Yea! I'm a very nice goose!!)

(There's a small smile on Error's face as he measures Death.)

I can't say I disagree with you.

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Are sofa's or beanbags more comfortable ?

Beanbags. I prefer them cause they’re softer and easier to move around.

(Beanbags! They’re soft and squishy!!)

(ESPECIALLY IF YOU THROW A PILLOW OR TWO ON TOP.)

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Death!!!!! Where do you keep teh space rocks ??????

(I’m not telling you! They’re my space rocks!!)

(HE TOSSED THEM BY ERROR’S KNITTING SUPPLIES. IF YOU STUCK YOUR HEAD INSIDE THE BASKET, LITERALLY HALF OF ITS CONTENTS ARE ROCKS.)

(Hey! I thought you didn’t like space rocks!)

(I DON’T. WHICH IS EXACTLY WHY I TOLD THEM.)

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Have any Favourite instrument ?

(Error shook his head.)

Nope, not interested in music.

Besides, War and Death make enough noise.

(...IM BETTING THAT ERROR LIKES HAVING US AROUND.)

(I’ll give you a space rock if you’re right-)

(NO.)

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How is fresh when he drinks coffee? he said it doesn't go well sometimes, what does that mean???? i want to know what happened....

Just because you want to doesn’t mean you have to.

(Error retorted. He then placed Death on the ground, who immediately ran over to War.)

(Coffee? What’s that?)

(A CAFFEINATED DRINK. IF YOU DRINK TOO MUCH, IT CAN HAVE CERTAIN AFFECTS ON YOUR BODY.)

(Error shrugged, watching the two geese.)

Here’s what I’ll tell you. It’s absolute chaos.

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oysters are made of love and spite

(Death spread his wings dramatically.)

(And geese are made of feathers and passion!)

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to de gooses! Have you ever dipped e space rocks into a coffee and drank it with the space rocks as cookies ?

(I don’t think I’ve had coffee before...)

(THAT’S BECAUSE GEESE AREN’T SUPPOSED TO DRINK COFFEE.)

(Death had already wandered off, probably to eat more space rocks.)

(But we’re magic geese! Doesn’t that mean I can drink coffee?)

(NO!)

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Does Error knowest of the rocks hidden there Death and War ?

(Uh, I don’t think-)

(Error suddenly tipped over the basket, staring blankly as dozens of small rocks spilled onto the floor.)

...what was I expecting.

(Oh no! My space career ends here! Goodbye War, I’m running for the hills!)

(Death suddenly hopped onto his feet and began running away. War sighed, watching Death run.)

(THERE GOES MY BROTHER. AH WELL, IT’S NOT LIKE HE WOULD LEAVE THE ANTI-VOID.)

(Error swept the collection of rocks into a pile, making plans to get rid of them later.)

Well. I definitely was expecting Death to have some space rocks lying around...but I wasn’t expecting this many.