Space, sighing: Isn’t there a goddess out there willing to turn me into Medusa so that men can’t look at me without immediately suffering the consequences?
Doom: Stop being lazy and relying on gods. Quick dry cement exists. Be your own Medusa.
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Space, sighing: Isn’t there a goddess out there willing to turn me into Medusa so that men can’t look at me without immediately suffering the consequences?
Doom: Stop being lazy and relying on gods. Quick dry cement exists. Be your own Medusa.
Time: What gender pronouns are you supposed to use for chocolate bars?
Breath, immediately thinking something up: Her/She.
Void, jumping in out of nowhere: Holy shit...that pun was pretty...sweet ;)
Sylph: Hey, anyone wanna tell me why Knight just told me that their shoes are “bitchin”??
Seer, smirking amusedly: I’m assuming the shoes were bitchin.
Breath: Okay....how do you politely tell somebody you want to hit them with a brick?
Light: “One wishes to acquaint your facial features with a fundamental item used in building walls. Repeatedly.
Breath, nearly in tears: ...that was...beautiful.
Time, randomly texting Space: Weather-boy(Derogatory).
Space: What the hell does this mean.
Time: Wouldn’t you like to know, Weather-boy?
Rogue, texting a group chat first thing in the morning: ...What if mayo came in cans?
Bard: That would suck, because then you couldn’t microwave it!
Seer, to all the others in the group chat: Good morning to everyone except for those two.
Time, posting another one of their signature dumb posts: Think about it, your bed is probably just as happy to see you as you are so see it. “Here comes the warmth slab” it thinks
Doom: Wrong, It probably thinks “God I hope this dipshit doesn’t spill beans all over me again, who the fuck even eats beans in bed?”
Doom, replying to their post: STOP REBLOGING THIS, NEW YEAR NEW ME I HAVEN’T SPILLED BEANS IN BED ONCE THIS YEAR
Doom, replying again later: ....Uh oh.
Witch, accidentally making a typo: *Cocks gun* Any last worms?
Knight, catching on: *Cocks worm* Any last guns?
Witch: *Worms gun* Any last cocks?
Knight: *Guns last* Any worm cocks?