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I'm sarcastic and unlikeable? These days, it's called chique and tsundere. And I'm exploding with that kind of charm.

Ryo

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Miki: Am I a bad girl?

Akira: Yeah, you’re a bad girl.

Miki: Oh, yeah?

Miki: [pulls Akira closer] So how bad am I?

Akira: [remembering she said she didn’t want dessert and then ate his dessert]

Akira: You’re a fucking nightmare to be honest Miki.

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Ryo: How bad do you want to know the test results?

Akira: I’m dying to know.

Ryo: What a fucking coincidence.

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Ryo: When you’ve been a part of the Devils for as long as I have, you develop thick skin.

Miko: Navy blue is not your color.

Ryo: Navy blue…

Ryo: BRINGS OUT MY EYES YOU PRICK!

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Miko: I love uno.

Miki: Draw four.

Miko: Do you want a divorce Miki?

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Ryo: Do you know how many bones the human body has? It’s 206. We start with 369 when we’re babies but they fuse. Wouldn’t you want to go back? Have as many bones as a baby? What if I could help you.

Miko: Hi, yeah what the actual, literal, GENUINE fuck does this mean.

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Akira: Help me with this crossword puzzle, I need a three letter word for ‘disappointment’.

God: Ryo.

Akira: It fits.

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Miki: I think you guys would be very happy here.

Akira: Oh, no, we’re not together. We’re not a couple. We’re definitely not a couple.

Ryo: Wow, you seem pretty insulted by that. What, I’m not good enough for you?

Akira: We are not having this conversation again.

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Ryo: You are not worthless.

Miki: (:

Ryo: Organs are extremely expensive on the black market.

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God: The Iliad and The Odyssey were originally written in what language? Ryo?

Ryo: Greek?

God: Wrong. Akira?

Akira: Greek?

God: Correct!

Ryo:

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Akira: Hewwo! I will be youw suwgeon today! Intewnal bweeding you say? Let’s make ouw fiwst wittle incision!

Miki: Dowcto , wew’re loswing him!!! (´・ω・`)

Akira: Quick! Hand me the defwibwiwatow!

Ryo: Please. Turn off my fucking life support.

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Taro: Akira, are you gay?

Akira: Bi, Taro.

Taro: Oh, sorry, touchy subject. I’ll leave you alone then.

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I live in fear that someone will kidnap my friend Miki who lives at 822 58th street, apartment two on the fourth floor, keeps doors unlocked, can’t miss it.

Ryo

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God: I could kill you.

Ryo: Oh yeah? So could Miki. So could an infant. So could a very dedicated duck. You’re nothing special, God.

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Akira: I wasn’t THAT drunk last night!

Miki: You were flirting with Ryo all night.

Akira: So? He’s my boyfriend.

Ryo: You asked me if I was single.

Miki: And then you cried when he said he wasn’t.

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God: So. Who broke it?

Everyone:

God: I’m not mad. I just want to know.

Akira: I did, I broke-

God: No, no you didn’t. Koda?

Koda: Don’t look at me! Look at Miko!

Miko: What? I didn’t break it.

Koda: Huh, that’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?

Miko: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken.

Koda: Suspicious.

Miko: No, it’s not.

Kukun: If it matters, probably not, but, Wamu was the last one to use it.

Wamu: Liar, I don’t even drink that crap!

Kukun: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Wamu: I use the wind stirs as drumming sticks for my rapping, everyone knows that, Kukun!

Akira: Okay, let’s not fight, I broke it, let me pay for it, God-

God: No, who broke it?

Ryo: God, Miki’s been awfully quiet.

Miki: Really?!

Ryo: Yeah, really!

[Everyone arguing in the background]

God: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it.

God: I predict ten minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pighead on a stick.

God: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

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Ryo: Akira, tell them about the birds and the bees.

Akira: [to Taro] They’re dissapearing at an alarming rate.