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Just recovered from a hangover and immediately got back to work 🔥🔥

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Edd: I made coffee. Eduardo: Your coffee smells like crap; I don’t want it. Edd: I didn’t make coffee for you. This is my coffee, and it doesn’t smell like crap; I made it with the fancy coffee you hide. Eduardo: Then why are you telling me? Wait, is it my expensive coffee? Edd: In that order: because it’s a good way to start a conversation, and yes. Eduardo: Who the hell starts a conversation like that?! Edd: Apparently, I do, since we’re talking. Eduardo: Wait a minute. What the hell are you doing in my house?! How the hell did you get in?! Edd: Those are excellent questions. Do you want to sit down and talk about it?

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Edd: Hice café. Eduardo: Tu café huele a porquería, no lo quiero. Edd: No te hice café. Este es mi café y no huele a porquería; lo preparé con el café fino que escondes. Eduardo: Entonces, ¿por qué me lo dices? Espera, ¿es mi café caro? Edd: En ese orden: porque es una buena forma de comenzar una conversación, y sí. Eduardo: ¡¿Quién diablos inicia una conversación así?! Edd: Aparentemente, yo, ya que estamos conversando. Eduardo: Un momento. ¡¿Qué diablos se supone que haces en mi casa?! ¡¿Cómo carajos entraste?! Edd: Esas son excelentes preguntas. ¿Quieres sentarte y que hablemos de eso?

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yup

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Eduardo: You have to learn to love yourself.

Jon: Don’t you hate yourself?

Eduardo: Yes, but this is about you, not me. Focus.

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Eduardo:  Tienes que aprender a amarte a ti mismo.

Jon: ¿No te odias a ti mismo?

Eduardo:  Sí, pero esto se trata de ti, no de mí. Concéntrate.

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Based on a convo I had

Also based on this epic fat dog I saw on insta

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Tord: Imagine being completely naked in a room full of people speaking a different language, and everyone wants to touch you. That's the life of a dog.

Edd: It's three in the morning, you're naked, probably high, and if you don't shut your mouth, I'm going to throw you out the window. We're on the second floor; you decide what happens next.

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Tord: Imagina estar completamente desnudo en una habitación llena de personas que hablan un idioma diferente y todos quieren tocarte. Esa es la vida de un perro.

Edd: Son las tres de la mañana, estás desnudo, probablemente drogado, y si no cierras la boca, voy a arrojarte por la ventana. Estamos en un segundo piso; tú decides lo que haremos a partir de este momento.

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they had..different dreams

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I love them very much🩷🩷🩷🙏 Art based on the latest eddsworld comic

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Mark: I didn’t make a cake for three reasons. One, because I don’t have the ingredients to make a damn cake. Two, because I actually don’t know how to make a cake. Eduardo: And three? Mark: Because I’m not your damn maid! Eduardo: Alright. First of all, I asked you to buy a cake, not to make one; second, all the stores are closed at this hour; and third, it’s your turn to explain to Jon why he won’t have a birthday cake, or a birthday, apparently. Mark: Wait, the cake was for that? Eduardo: Did you forget? Mark: … No? Eduardo: That wasn’t a question meant to be answered with another question.

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Mark: No hice pastel por tres razones. Una, porque no tengo los ingredientes para hacer un maldito pastel. Dos, porque en realidad no sé cómo hacer un pastel. Eduardo: ¿Y tres? Mark: ¡Porque no soy tu jodida sirvienta! Eduardo: Muy bien. En primer lugar, te pedí que compraras un pastel, no que lo hicieras; en segundo lugar, todas las tiendas están cerradas a estas horas; y en tercer lugar, te toca ir a explicarle a Jon por qué no va a tener un pastel de cumpleaños, ni cumpleaños, aparentemente. Mark: Espera, ¿el pastel era para eso? Eduardo: ¿Lo olvidaste? Mark: … ¿No? Eduardo: Esa no era una pregunta que se responda con otra.

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Broke down

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I just drew this in magma with my girlfriend, not as good as it could have been, but I like it

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Edd: Is this it? You spend your life studying useless things that you end up forgetting over time, only to be thrown into the adult world, which kicks you over and over. Eventually, you find a job that overworks you and slowly steals your will to live. And then your family comes along to ask, “When will you get married? When will you give us grandchildren? When will you do something with your life?” >>That’s what I’m doing! I’m doing it! Leave me alone! I’m trying, but then what? I have a kid, I keep working, I keep paying bills, and I go back to work, so that eventually I can retire old and tired, with just enough for a modest life that I can’t even enjoy because I’m too old and tired, until I finally die and fade into oblivion. Is this really it? Is this what life boils down to? Matt: If that’s all you want to do, go ahead. Nothing’s stopping you from doing something more. Tom: Or less. Tord: Or drugs. Edd: This is the last time I open my heart to you guys. Tom: Well, if you’d opened your wallet instead, we’d have another game controller, and you wouldn’t have to sit here with your existential crisis until it’s your turn. Matt: He’s got a point. Tord: The drug plan is still on. They’re legal, as long as you don’t get caught. Nothing like a constant reminder of how beautiful freedom is every time a cop walks past you to ease that existential crisis. Edd: I need new friends.