Sentry: Hey Cryptor, what do you want for Christmas?
Cryptor: Revenge.
Sentry: What practical thing do you want for Christmas?
Cryptor: Knives.
Sentry: What harmless thing do you want for Christmas?
Cryptor: A new teapot.
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Sentry: Hey Cryptor, what do you want for Christmas?
Cryptor: Revenge.
Sentry: What practical thing do you want for Christmas?
Cryptor: Knives.
Sentry: What harmless thing do you want for Christmas?
Cryptor: A new teapot.
Sentry: Cryptor?
Cryptor: Huh?
Sentry: Do you need a hug?
Cryptor: Haven’t I been through enough?
Sentry: Wh- why is there a dead body on the floor?!
Cryptor: Heh, hey, how’d that get here?
Sentry: Cryptor. What did you do?
Cryptor: ... well. I brought him inside.
Sentry: And?
Cryptor: And I stabbed him 37 times in the chest.
Sentry: Cryptor! That kills people!
Cryptor: Well how was I supposed to know that?
Sentry: I’m having a problem with this person-
Cryptor: Kill them.
Sentry: No.
Cryptor: Then I’ll kill them for you!
Sentry: NO-
Sentry: Cry, I’ve been thinking.
Cryptor: And?
Sentry: Since you have no last name, I’ve decided that you’ll have mine.
Cryptor:
Cryptor: Why would Cyrus adopt me?
Sentry: [internal screaming]
Sentry: Yesterday I overheard 223 saying "Are you sure this a good idea?" and Mindroid replying "Trust me." and I have never moved from one room to another so fast.
Zane: Why is Cryptor in timeout?
Sentry: Perhaps you should ask Cryptor.
Zane: Okay. Cryptor, why are you in timeout?
Cryptor: Saying curse words.
Sentry: YOU STABBED SOMEONE TO DEATH. AFTER HE SURRENDERED.
Cryptor: Okay, for lots of reasons.
Sentry: Cursing is a sign of bad verbal skills.
420: You are an audacious, ideologically unsound, presumptuous motherfucker.