#phoneconvomeme

[enforcedviolence]

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"Her god damn rocket canon thing or whatever is just as annoying as Jinx’s… Whatever. At least she isn’t a terrorist."

[enforcedviolence]

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"You think she can fit through doors? I mean not the Institute doors, but like… regular doors. ‘Cause she has wings, right? Those have to get in the way—What? Drunk? Maybe…?"

[enforcedviolence]

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"He’s well. Sleeping right now, actually—Dad! I-I didn’t even know you were capable of those kinds of jokes, holy sh—I’ll tell him when he wakes up… DAD!”

[enforcedviolence]

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"It’s a fucking gun. It’s a mother fucking gun. Give her some time?! She’s been talking to me through her god damn rocket launcher for two hours.”

[enforcedviolence]

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"Thought so. I knew that pose looked painful. I feel bad for you, Whitey. Maybe you should have someone burn that bunny suit for you… Hah! Good one, but I’m pretty sure Cupcake would strangle me if I pulled a stunt like that."

[enforcedviolence]

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"We’re keeping an eye on him. What he’s filed under? Cait wanted to put him under possible terrorist threat but I forced her into sticking him under sexual predators."

[enforcedviolence]

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"I’m 100% sure Jayce’s hand doesn’t feel like cold metal, yet he keeps trying to blame it on him… Yeah fucking right he was researching. He wishes I’d be a specimen, though I’m pretty damn sure he’d go probing places with something more anatomical rather than of the tool variety.”

[enforcedviolence]

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"I mean, I wouldn’t mind sharing stories about the Prince and I but—GOD DAMN IT, BLONDIE! Seriously! If I wear them to bed does that would mean you fucking shift when trying to reposition yourself… No, I’m not trying to give you ideas. Don’t give me those images.”