#pg885

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i wanna see a version of homestuck where instead of john and his dad, its mr egbert and nanna

is that a thing?

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you can hear the sarcasm dripping from his very sentence

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yeah nanna did some shit for you in there, john, she put her LOVE IN THAT and all just for YOU, she sacrificed HER TIME, so READ IT. 

its sweet you big buffoon

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john is finally getting the hang of how a nannasprite works

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aw fuck, nanna isnt a condoner of cheating

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she isnt controlled by the nature of this game so it could potentially work

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

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NANNASPRITE: John, don't forget yo' book! NANNASPRITE: It be yo' birthright son! Yo ass ought ta give it a read when you gotz a moment. Particularly tha straight-up original gangsta nuff muthafuckin pages muthafucka!  

JOHN: aiiight nanna, i will. JOHN: hey, nanna, biatch? 

NANNASPRITE: Yes, dear, biatch? 

JOHN: since i be tryin ta git up ta dat gate, n' since you can sort of conjure floatin bedz n' throw me round n' all... JOHN: couldn't you just throw me up ta tha gate, biatch? 

NANNASPRITE: Yes, of course, John! NANNASPRITE: But dat would not serve yo' purpose well! NANNASPRITE: There be a straight-up phat reason why you should build up ta it fo' realz. And then keep building! 

JOHN: oh, ok, i guess thatz what tha fuck i figured. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! JOHN: so just one mo' thang... JOHN: do you be thinkin dat instead of spittin some lyrics ta me exactly why dat is wit a cold-ass lil clear explanation, you can break me off a seriez of straight-up coy riddlez bout it n' then sort of giggle, biatch? 

NANNASPRITE: John, yo ass be a straight-up fresh lil' man! NANNASPRITE: Yo crazy-ass daddy has done such a straight-up dope thang raisin you, biatch. I be so proud as a muthafucka of y'all both. 

JOHN: ha ha, i guess. 

NANNASPRITE: When you pass all up in tha straight-up original gangsta gate, every last muthafuckin thang will chizzle. Yo ass will find tha place where tha constellations dizzle beneath tha cloudz fo' realz. And then yo' legit work may begin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. NANNASPRITE: Hoo hoo hoo! 

JOHN: i suddenly KNOW every last muthafuckin thang!

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