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   Craig scoffed, taking on a subtle air of smugness of his own now that he had his foot in the door, no pun intended.  “But you’re not one of the Web’s, are you?” he said.  He was not entirely sure how the others worked, but he could concede that maybe a few of them were more useful and proactive than others, the Web being the most intense.  The Distortion ought not to use that as an example, though, because it didn’t belong to that one.  All it was doing was proving someone else had an upper hand on it.

   “As for being replaceable, you’re not really the first of your kind, right?  And if you didn’t exist, the Spiral would find other ways to persist.”  Now that they were entering more into his territory, discussions of importance, self and otherwise, Craig became imbued with more confidence and rose to his full height as a slight wind kicked up.  “All pieces on a chessboard are equally replaceable, except for the queen, which the pawns turn into.  If you mean the pieces are indistinguishable and can easily swap places without anyone noticing, yeah, that’s true of pawns.”  He shrugged but then couldn’t help cracking a smile.  “But I’ve got bad news for you about both bishops.  So, do you wanna try that one again?”  He might have gotten a bit hung up on the chess analogy, but it was fun for him.

   “And sure, some of us are chosen.”  There were eight people on that coaster train, and only he walked away from it.  “But you’re putting way too much stock in the process.  What would have happened if your own tragedy came a li’l late?  Would the Spiral have chosen someone else?  Most of us get picked like groceries.  ‘Oh, there’s no red peppers.  I guess any old orange one will have to do.’”

It finds the Vast boring, predictable. If something could go up in the air, it could fall, and that was all the Vast did. There was no art to it, no twisting and shaping itself so distinctly to a specific person that it loses sight of itself.

Or, at the very least, that's her opinion of it. She doesn't care to learn otherwise, there wouldn't really be a point. With the exception of the Web, few others are consistently crafty enough to earn a point from it.

Her face falls when Craig begins lecturing it about the actual strategy of chess, hands jerking out as if it wants to strangle him for even doing so. It reigns itself back in, though, glaring down at him.

"You are also many and easily replaced." It snaps, arms crossing. He didn't get to know that the child underneath it all had a few brushes with the Desolation, and had pushed herself further and further away from it - lied to herself that it wasn't for her - that she became consumed by something else.

Everything it was now is just a false sense of security, a safety blanket in the form of a constantly shifting hallway.

"Some of us are chosen." She grumbles, but the point is made either way. "The way you put it, you make it sound like the Web has no say in things at all." There was little room for mistakes there, it simply... Adjusted when it needed.

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   Henrietta hid her anxiety well; Craig wouldn’t suspect it from her and chalked her distaste for people up to her goth thing.  He did not expect her to leave him behind, and he had to rush to catch up, not a different feat, given the disparity in their heights.

   “You wanna go to fucking Raisins?” he asked, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets.  “Crash their party?  I dunno, that doesn’t really seem like your style.”  And it wasn’t Craig’s, either.  He always thought Raisins was just all right, though he wanted to like it more to beat the homosexual allegations, but he couldn’t get into it.  The atmosphere was off, and the cute girls weren’t enough to make up for it.

   “How about the Country Kitchen Buffet instead?  It’s quiet, and you have a better chance of giving one of the patrons a heart attack.”  Hardly anyone under sixty ate at that place, but it was much more Craig’s speed, as he sometimes considered himself geriatric in spirit.

Henrietta was already heading toward the door before could finish. She didnt like crowds much and the second she was outside, she fished out a cigarette and lit up. Crowds made her anxious but anxiety wasnt something she opened up about or really even admitted to having.

"Well that was lame." She rolled her heavily lined eyes and took a drag. "Do you wanna go grab something to eat. Michael is at Raisins with that blonde hes been getting close to." It was weird now that her friends were old enough to date and had interest in other people. She missed when it was just them all the time.

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   “And you look hotter with your mouth shut,” Craig Jested in turn.  He wasn’t really annoyed, but he had to fire back with something, in part because he had never figured out how to respond to compliments, if what Billy had said even counted.

   “A drive-in?  What is this, 1962?”  Despite his ongoing sass, a small smile betrayed him.  He couldn’t help being a little fascinated by retro shit like that, and he couldn’t remember the last time he went to the drive-in, if ever.

   “Sure, I’ll go.  Just don’t expect me to curl up in your lap during the scary parts or anything.”  It took a lot for a horror movie to get to Craig and break him out of his usual impassive expression.

Billy just simply grinned and helped Craig up off his feet. "I dont know..I kinda thought it was funny." He teased for a brief moment. "You do look hotter under me though and thats not a lie." He complimented and fished out a cigarette. "Do you wanna go to the drive in with me tonight? Theyre showing my favorite movie, Psycho. We can get a pizza and camp out in the back of my truck. What do you say?" Was Billy asking Craig on a actual date? It seemed that way but he was being casual about it just incase he got turned down.

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KINGDOM HEARTS SENTENCE STARTERS ; DONALD DUCK !

quotes taken from the kingdom hearts series , but all of them are things said by donald duck. feel free to change quotes as necessary.

❛ Wake up ! ❜

❛ This is serious ! ❜

❛ What do you know, you big palooka ? ❜

❛ Let's go get 'em, __________ ! ❜

❛ you can't come along looking like that. ❜

❛ No frowning. No sad face. Okay ? ❜

❛ Hold on. ________, this is for you. ❜

❛ Should we trust him ? ❜

❛ What's the big idea ?! ❜

❛ Who would've thought it ? ❜

❛ Just leave it to me. ❜

❛ Come out ! You can't run ! ❜

❛ We have to remember our mission. ❜

❛ Stop staring and keep pushing ! ❜

❛ Well, now what do we do ? ❜

❛ Looks like nobody's home. ❜

❛ I don't get it. ❜

❛ Why isn't my magic working ? ❜

❛ Get a move on ! ❜

❛ ___________'s up to no good. It's written all over her face. ❜

❛ Don't be so rude ! ❜

❛ Have a little faith, ___________. ❜

❛ Ahh, somebody tell me what's going on here.. ❜

❛ Of course it matters ! ❜

❛ You have to go through us ! ❜

❛ This is it , _________ ! ❜

❛ Why didn't I think of that ? ❜

❛ I can't remember. What was it called ? ❜

❛ Stop goofing around ! ❜

❛ Something's screwy. ❜

❛ ___________, do you remember our very first promise ? ❜

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   Already, this day has been a little too exciting for Craig, and when Ava suggests jumping from a higher distance, he is not able to keep the exhaustion off his face.  He isn’t a pussy, though, and he ought to be able to manage it—it was just the principle of the damn thing.  But the sooner he got it over with, the sooner he would be able to go home and settle into something boring.

   A high-pitched voice moaned down the hallway: “…the mothership hears about this…”  Craig was fairly certain the other wasn’t an alien like Ava was, especially considering she had been a time traveler before that, just your run-of-the-mill crazy bitch.  But he also wasn’t going to stick around to poke holes in her story.  The sound of her shuffling footsteps perked him up and made up his mind about the heights.

   He put both hands on Ava’s arm, pushing her in the other direction.  “Yeah, I can jump or climb or whatever.  It wouldn’t be the first time.  Let’s just go that way.”  He spoke in harsh, hurried whispers.  “We’ll figure it out as we go.”

People being bitchy to her in stressful situations was less of an issue for Ava when she was in full control of her emotions, and right now she was bordering on losing control of them. She understood why Craig would be bitchy, and didn't want to throw the same attitude back at him because it wouldn't help either of them.

Her head immediately snaps right, glaring down the hallway before she stops and kneels down. Into the floor she traces a circle, then fills it with a complex weave that is more or less a maze. It pulses dimly when the last line is connected to the circle, then fades into nothingness as Ava stands up.

"If she comes back out, I'll know." That way they at least had a heads up to hurry, and as much as Ava would have preferred to send the dragonflies to check, that would have likely caused some sort of disturbance. "How comfortable do you feel jumpin' from higher distances? We can put a floor between us, I'll make sure you don't get hurt if we go up high."

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List of “you say you wanna be friends but it’s starting to feel like you wanna be more than that” prompts

“Tell me why you say you wanna be friends but then go and pull shit that makes me feel like you want to be more than friends?” 

“Do you… Like like me?” “No, I don’t. That’s defamatory.”

“I don’t know why but all I can think about is kissing you. I’m… Not the only one, right?”  

“Friends don’t fucking do this.”

“Do you actually want to be friends or do we need to talk about this and reevaluate our relationship?”

“I don’t know if I can do this with you when I think I’m starting to want more.” 

“If I knew we’d come to this then I wouldn’t have agreed to be your friend in the first place.”

“You’re confusing me. Stop it.”

“So what is it you really want from me?” “I don’t— I don’t know.” 

“Fuck, why are you doing this to me?” “Doing what?” “Messing with my head!”

“Everything about this is starting to feel really not platonic.”

“…This isn’t working.”

“I’m pulling away before I get hurt.”

“Don’t give me mixed signals. If you want us to stay friends, don’t fucking act like that.”

“I don’t know about you, but I want out. I can’t keep doing this and act like we’re just friends.”

“Did I do something? Why are you suddenly acting so distant?” “Just… Because.” 

“Don’t give me that shit. Don’t treat me like that. Don’t make me think you like me. Don’t give me the hope I don’t need or want. Don’t give me a reason to continue feeling this way for you.” 

“…I think I like you.” 

“Is it weird I wanna give you all of me?”

“This is all we should be, yet it somehow feels like we could be more. You feel me?” “…Sorry?” 

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   Tweek crinkled his nose and shook lightly, more from the effort it took to suppress his laughter than from the cold.  He had to balance some of the silliness of the situation with Stan’s desire for romance.  This was not the first confession Tweek had heard, but the others had been given to him drunkenly, the kinds of admissions that get passed around to everybody who expressed a modicum of decency to the inebriated individual.

   There was no mistaking this confession, though, as the rain had a way of waking someone up, pulling a man back into himself.  It warranted a response other than the conciliatory sentiments Tweek usually gave him.

   He pushed Stan’s bangs back from his eyebrows, a familiar action—‘I love you,’ ‘I know,’ pet, pet—but for the fact that Stan’s face rested above his instead of in his lap.  “I love you, too,” Tweek said, beaming up at him.  It was all sincerity fully enunciated, not rushed through with the knowledge that Stan wouldn’t remember it, anyway.

   Tweek allowed another giggle to bubble up and escape him, and he flicked away another strand of ink black hair.  “I’ve always loved you in some form or another.  Even when I’ve been a little mean about it.”  Crazy, they both looked fucking crazy, standing in the downpour, confessing.  Tweek pressed more kisses to Stan’s cheeks and nose.

   A good crazy.`

stan laughed with him the entire time, smiles in each and every one of his kisses. it was absolutely absurd, and it was exactly why stan had stopped the two of them under the icy drops. how often could they get clichés like this, truthfully ? how often would they get a chance to live like this ? his hands hold onto tweek’s waist in return, anchoring the fact they wouldn’t part. not here, not now.

one hand moved up, cupping tweek’s cheek, swiping away the droplets to no avail. they were absolutely soaked, and stan was sure the both of them would end up with a cold. he wasn’t quite sure he cared— especially since they’d have said cold together. and that was all he ever wanted, being with tweek.

stan sighed into the touch on the back of his neck, nose nuzzled against tweek’s cheek until he felt lips on his once more. he held this one, rather than letting it get interrupted with another smile or giggle. he pulled tweek up, closer to him, deepening the kiss as he went. no tongue, no make-outs— just enjoying tweek’s lips against his.

he pulled back after a moment, blue eyes blinking open just to gaze into tweek’s.

            ❝ . . . i love you, tweek. ❞

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   Tweek snickered, mostly at Stan’s usage of both ‘dude’ and ‘babe’ in short succession.  What a regular poet the guy was.  Although, Tweek had to forgive him because it was early, and he was a little hungover.  That combination usually did not make for the best poetry.

   It crossed his mind briefly that Stan might be experiencing some lingering drunkenness and wouldn’t be good to drive, but those concerns were mostly scrubbed away by the slurs in his words stemming from sleep.  “You could probably go for the coffee,” he said with an affectionate smile.  “I already made myself some, but there’s more down there.  I can put it back on the warmer.”

   It was his first Sunday at Tegridy Farms, and he watched the light steadily illumine the other side of Stan’s bedroom curtains and worked his fingers over each other.  He knew that it took about an hour to get from South Park to Tegridy and vice versa in a car, so they probably had plenty of time.  “I like to get there a little late, anyway,” he said, largely trying to convince himself.

   He focused on Stan again, though his fingers didn’t stop their idle twitching.  “I like to sit in the back, too, so nobody will notice if you’re there or not.  You really d-don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.  It’s mostly for myself, anyway.  Well, entirely for myself—y-you know.”

stan hummed in acknowledgement. couldn't really argue with any reason for going to church━ it was socially 'the right thing to do', especially in their small town. and he couldn't argue with the routine part, he'd had countless months where he lost track of time because stan did not have a routine like that. he wouldn't fuck up tweek's just because he didn't want to go.

            ❝ well, i appreciate you trying, at least. can't say it was comfy in the end. my back fucking hurts, dude. ❞ stan groaned as he took tweek's hand, though he had used most of his own effort to get up rather than letting tweek pull him. he was too heavy for tweek, after all.

            ❝ no, no━ i'm not just dropping you off. the fuck kind of boyfriend would i be leaving you alone for church to get you ? no way, i'll go. ❞ stan shook his head before stretching his back out. he turned away from tweek, digging in the pile of clothes he used a pillow to pull out some sweatpants. couldn't go to church in boxers. probably. he tugged them on, then began to wander the room in search of his keys.

            ❝ i'll join you this time, baby. it's no big deal. need to make some coffee or anything before we go ? ❞

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   Tweek gave the vampire a slow smile, thick with irony.  “Well, that’s not really the part that I’m worried about,” he said.  “I don’t really have anyone I’d miss if they left.”  He did when he was younger, but more recent years had seen him quite alone.  He was an undesirable person, and he both blamed others for that and didn’t.  It was complicated, as he would not put up with himself, either, if he didn’t have to.  “I dunno, it’s just the principle of it.  I don’t wanna live forever.  If I make it to forty, that’ll be a miracle and good enough.”

   There was one instance in which Tweek might let Pip feed from him.  The meth occasionally made him feel like he had bugs in his skin, and he hurt himself getting them out.  Maybe a vampire ridding him of some of his blood would have the same effect, but while he was still in his right mind, he wasn’t going to volunteer.

   “I guess we’re k-kind of the same in a way.  Freaks.”  He laughed, laced through with tragedy.  “Like, your secret’s safe with me ‘c-cause if I told anybody, they wouldn’t believe me.”  He had gotten used to it and became very snappish, long figuring out that nobody really wanted to know how he was doing or what was on his mind when they asked.

   Tweek sat on the ground, having wormed his way between two gravestones, paranoid about disrupting any more of the dead than he already had.  He picked at a blade of grass in front of him, presumed to be safe because it was not shielding anybody else’s corpse.  “The people who s-say it’s cool probably haven’t th-thought about the implications…  Or they’re the kind of people who w-wanted to hurt people.”  He scrunched up his nose in distaste.  “With this town, I wouldn’t doubt it.”  Assholes, most of them.

"Living forever is the hardest part. You see everyone around you pass." he said softly, staring at the person in front of him - it's been a while since he got a chance to have a normal conversation. One that wouldn't focus on how cool it is to be a vampire and how badly someone wanted to turn and lead this kind of life. It baffled Pip each time, but he was too polite to snap back. Sure, it might look nice, cool even if you look at it briefly. But actually living like this? A nightmare, day by day.

Philip looked down at the tomb he was sitting on. It was his own, broken and long since abandoned; probably no one ever visited it. He didn't have any friends or family in South Park. "Feeding is difficult. I only do so when I have to." he sighed quietly. Pip hated the fact that he had to depend on others to survive, even more that he had to hurt people in the process. It wasn't his thing to suck dry his victims; usually, he would pick people that completely didn't care. Often it included having to get people drunk or wait till they pass out on their own. Nasty piece of work, but he had no choice.

"It's good you don't want to turn, but it is indeed not a thing I hear often. Wise choice." Pip disliked the idea of people turning; which is why he never offered or gave in to turning someone - the one and only case when he considered it was if someone clearly wanted to live, but wouldn't have the chance to; whether were they in an accident or about to succumb to illness. It was the only exception for Pip to turn someone.

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   ❝𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭,            𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 е𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐧?❞                                        ❝𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩е 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘴,                                                        𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦…❞

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   Tweek had a well-documented history of being unable to sit still.  He was jittery, constantly find something to occupy his mind, often entertaining rather dark trains of thought when left with nothing better to do.  As such, he didn’t mind running their join errands for them, letting Stan stay at home.  The monotony of domestic life suited Tweek.

   “Oh, yes!” he said.  “It would go great with some of your poems or song lyrics.”  He hadn’t read all of them, and he didn’t blame Stan for being a little protective of them.  Tweek was vigilant over his own notebook, too, especially after having several pages of his old one ripped out before his eyes.  But he got to see Stan’s writing sometimes, and he blushed thinking about some of the ones he’d seen about himself.

   “Of course, I think about you when I’m out, though.”  He laughed and started tracing circles with his finger on Stan’s knee.  “What else would I think about?”  A great many things, but that wasn’t the point right now.

   He quickly returned Stan’s cheek kiss.  “Speaking of your writing, have you worked on anything else lately?”

            ❝ people still do that ? huh. ❞ obviously, stan didn’t get out too much. or at least, he didn’t pay much attention to his surroundings in his usual drunken stupors when out on the town. stan twirled the daisy between his fingers, looking down at his with a faint smile. his attention was brought back to tweek when he felt the hand on his thigh.

            ❝ hey, i like it. kinda sweet to know you're thinking about me when you're out doing whatever the fuck. ❞ he wouldn't question the price like he wanted━ deciding to settle on the thought a single daisy couldn't have been that much. he'd find a way to pay tweek back for it in the end, even if it was just paying for dinner.

            ❝ i could press it in one of my old journals. keep it for a while. ❞ stan spoke mostly to himself, but he never seemed to mind sharing his thoughts out loud with tweek. he looked to the blonde, gave him a smile, and then kissed his cheek.

            ❝ thank you, baby. i love it, i do. ❞

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     @angelicgentleman  〢 cont from here .

   This was exactly why Tweek disliked staying with others.  Not only was he up at weird hours, but he got worse at night when shadows shifted and made him feel like he wasn’t alone.  He could say that nobody deserved to stay up dealing with him, but his reasons for trying to send Pip back to bed were a bit more selfish than that.  The fear of being locked up was so deeply ingrained in him, the notion that he had to appear more normal and isolate himself when he couldn’t.  He was pulled from school and made to work in the concrete, windowless back room of the coffeeshop to protect him—or so he had been told.  Even if it was bullshit, it was rooted in him now.

   When Pip sat next to him, Tweek pulled his feet up on the couch, coiling into himself, and slid away from Pip as much as he could.  “That’s useless,” he hissed.  His eyes darted to the open living room window.  The streetlights outside and the darkness within made it easy for him to look out and difficult for strangers to discern him, which worked out excellently.

   “You g-go to bed,” he said, scratching at the back of his hand.  “Most bad shit happens at night.  I’m up to keep watch for it.”  Whatever it was—any number of things could happen, and Tweek was convinced he would know the danger when he saw it.  “I won’t be able t-to protect you… otherwise.”

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While he won't admit to it because it's supposed to be Tweek's thing, Craig does have anxiety around being watched and judged. It plagues him while he's in South Park in his later years (teens onward), and he tends to be much snippier, irritable and defensive. He does much better when away from the town, where fewer people know his name, and it's possible to meet a much more amicable Craig in different cities.

He goes to college away from South Park, but he does not have money for out-of-state tuition, so he stays in Colorado, only about an hour outside of the small town. And because it's not a simple matter for his mom and sister to pack up and leave it, and he still has friends living there as well (namely Cartman and Jimmy), he makes frequent visits back to it.

It's one of his life goals to move his mom and Tricia out of there, but that's still a while off.

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SCOOBY  -  DOO  SENTENCE  STARTERS  !

❝ It looks like a mystery to me. ❞

❝ I can already taste those chocolate-covered hotdogs. ❞

❝ I’ll wait here and when you find out, send me a telegram. ❞

❝ Can I help it if my first toy was a garbage disposal? ❞

❝ I’m so scared I wish I had a ham sandwich. ❞

❝ It sure would help if we could find another clue. . ❞

❝ Well, we saw a very strange character running around out there. ❞

❝ Besides us there is no one else on this island. ❞

❝ We know we didn’t imagine all those kooky things that happened. ❞

❝ Maybe the moonlight was playing tricks on you. ❞

❝ You shouldn’t believe everything you read. ❞

❝ Soap? I hardly use it myself, but why not? ❞

❝ Creeps and Crawls! They sure picked the right lawyers for this job. ❞

❝ Come on, ______. Where’s your sense of humour? ❞

❝ I’m beginning to think that following ghosts is safer than following you two! ❞

❝ Another mystery bites the dust. ❞

❝ I have to figure out why my trap didn’t work. ❞

❝ Oh, good gracious! What is that? ❞

❝ Why do you need more money? ❞

❝ What about this locket we found where you were digging? ❞

❝ Well, guess we owe you kids thanks. ❞

❝ Like, uh-uh– Like, who–who is this? ❞

❝ The real mystery has just begun.. ❞

❝ You don’t know what you’ve uncovered. ❞

❝ You should never have brought that locket out of the cave. ❞

❝ Gang, we have a mystery on our hands! ❞

❝ Think you could come and get us? ❞

❝ I guess we’re here for the whole night. ❞

❝ I left a few pages blank, you know, for future traps. ❞

❝ Rule number two: stay in your rooms, no matter what you hear. ❞

❝ I’m starting to smell a little… funky. ❞

❝ Like, I’ve got a bad feeling we’re gonna find out. ❞

❝ Are you trying to set me up with - him/her/them? ❞

❝ Anyone with hair that perfect has to be guilty of something. ❞

❝ Does this mean you finally accept what I want to do with my life? ❞

❝ Wow, who are you trying to impress? ❞

❝ Like, what can I say? Junk food and me have a very special relationship. ❞

❝ I have no idea what you’re talking about.  ❞

❝ You promised me you were going to start caring more about your appearance. ❞

❝ What in the name of whole wheat toast is going on? ❞

❝ I didn’t know this year’s prom theme was terror and pandemonium. ❞

❝ I need to tell you something and I need you to listen. ❞

❝ Isn’t it obvious? My looks are starting to fade. ❞

❝ But what are you doing here? Why have you been sneaking out? ❞

❝ Like, you don’t hear many monsters from other dimensions scream for help. ❞

❝ Why can’t anything in this town ever turn out to be real? ❞

❝ Hooray! Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray! ❞

❝ Hey, little muffin, how ‘bout you and me go for a moonlight ride? ❞

❝ All I know is, since my dad owns the place, we get free refills. ❞

❝ Did you break into the armory and steal a rocket launcher? ❞

❝ Don’t be so hard on yourself. You tried to do a very brave thing. ❞

❝ I’m going to have to let out an unearthly howl and destroy you. ❞

❝ I would have gotten away with it if it wasn’t for you meddling– ❞

❝ Zoinks! ❞

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