Everyone, doing what they're supposed to do and generally minding their own business:
Michael: (This house needs a corpse.)
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Everyone, doing what they're supposed to do and generally minding their own business:
Michael: (This house needs a corpse.)
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OKOAKOAKY
So
I WROTE THIS THING
And I would really love it if you guys read it
Maybe even put sum kudos
But regular posts will be back!!
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Tengen: Uh, This is pillar training thank you for attending-
Tengen: I will eliminate the middle class.
Hal:
I have a personality I watch the office. It is ok I have a social life
Big time rush theme song
Cuphead: Maybe if it was something a little more like- *accidentally shows picture of a demonic, bloodied body* No, not that, kinda like this. *Shows picture of stuffed crust pizza*
Bendy: Oh my CUSS, what the HELL! Are we gonna gloss over it?!?! O-Oh my stars! It looks like Chaos's heart!
Cuphead: Look at the way these cheese sort of... flows out of the crust. I really think that's not the best example but-
Bendy: There is blood EVERYWHERE!
Cuphead: -...really gotta know how to cut those corners.
Mugman: ...that is Satan's heart.
Bendy: There is blood everywhere, and you are still fixated on stuffed crust?
Cuphead: That's great and all but what if it was hhhhOT DOGS?
(Holly, Mugman and Boris burst out into laughter while Bendy worries for Cup's sanity)
Grey: Pit, your word is "There."
Pit: Use it in a sentence first.
Grey: You have to spell "their." That's your sentence.
Pit: T-H-E-I-R?
Grey: Wrong "they're." Next person, please
Medusa, hissing: Pestilence.
Pit, snickering: Okay?
Medusa: DON'T LAUGH AT PESTILENCE!
Pit: Hahahahaha!