Red: Green is late again. Blue: How did this happen? I called him at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11. Vio: I printed up a fake schedule for him saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon. Shadow: I set his clock to say PM when it’s really AM. Red: Oh boy. We may have overdone it. *Green bursts through the door* Green: WHAT TIME IS IT?
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Blue: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.
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Red: You know, there’s something weird going on with your face? Blue: What? Red: You’re smiling! I didn’t know you could do that.
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Shadow: Red is a perfect cinnamon scone who’s never done anything wrong in his entire life! Vio: Never done anything wrong?! He set a city block on FIRE!
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Shadow: *Reading a letter* Vio: Well, what does it say? Shadow: It’s a confession letter. It turns out Blue killed my pet rock.
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Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle. Red, with Green and Blue behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?! Police: Yes…three. Red: Oh, my Goddess— What the heck!? Police: Wha- Blue: VIO F*CKING FELL OFF!
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I have too much time on my hands, help
Rip Vio
