cryptids go brrrrrrrrrr
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Doc: Damn, sorry boss, can't come into work today.
Auditor: Why?
Doc: I have to track down and kill my ex.
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Jeb: Hi, I'm Dr. Christoff. Have you or a loved one been injured in an accident?
Scrapes: . . . Uh, no-
Jeb: Sucks to be you, I guess.
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Doc: What are you dri-
Sheriff: Battery acid.
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Cigar: *literally just trying to relax*
Deimos, waddling into the house: You better watch out, you better watch out, you better watch out, YOU BETTER WATCH-
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Photographer: FUCK YOU Melanie! I have TWO HOT MONSTER BOYFRIENDS AND A PAIR OF MONSTER WIVES AND THEY WILL WRECK YOUR SHIT!
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Sheriff: Welcome to the British Museum!
*he cocks his pistol*
Sheriff: You can't leave.
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Sanny: Oh, dear, oh dear, oh gorgeous-
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Church and Jorge, pointing at Sheriff: Little baby! Little baby man! Little baby baby man! BABY!
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Tricky, busting down the door: FUCK YOU ALL
Uldwell: Oh lawd he comin'
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Doc: So, uh. . . I've never, y'know, killed someone before. . . how do I hide the body?
Crackpot: Bitch I'm a doctor, not a mortician.
Doc:
Crackpot: Let's toss it in the lake.
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Heavy Duty: Alright, I'm gonna get something to ea-
*they see Deimos standing on the counter*
Deimos:
Heavy Duty: I can see you-
Deimos: No you can't.
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Photographer: Everyone, this is called a "yeet."
Phobos, Typhon, Hera, and Eris: Yeet? Yeet? Yeet? Yeet?
