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tyler: i scare people a lot because i walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. so when they turn around, i'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

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mark: do you have any skeletons in your closet?

tyler: literally or figuratively?

mark: i have to specify?

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jenna: so, what's for dinner?

tyler, staring at the food he burnt: regret.

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clancy: what's the signal when something goes wrong?

torchbearer: we yell, "oh shit."

clancy: that'll work.

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Hii!

Tyler, laying facedown on the floor: life sucks and everything is awful I want to die

Josh, handing Tyler a coffee: here you go

Tyler, hugging Josh: nevermind, life is wonderful and all is right with the world

aww<3

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If I may *clears throat*

*insert bandit here*: are you the little spoon or the big spoon?

Clancy: I'm a knife

Torchbearer: he's the little spoon

you are so right about this

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tyler: sorry i can’t be emotionally vulnerable with you, it’d ruin the mystery.

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debby: we just ate. why are you making pancakes?

josh: for our pets.

debby: why are you making pancakes for our pets?

josh: they don't know how!

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josh: hey, wanna hear a funny joke?

tyler: i only like dark humor.

josh, turning the lights off: what do you call a fake noodle?

tyler:

josh: an IMPASTA!

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teacher: so, everyone, what does a story need?

josh: a character!

jenna: a setting!

tyler, a gleam in his eyes, in a near-whisper: revenge.

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interviewer: do you have a self-care routine?

tyler: "keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents.

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i just love clancy's character. he's sooo unserious and serious at the same time. i like my male characters that way - mentally tormented but in a fun, gay way

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torchbearer, concerned, looking at ned's antlers: this is a very powerful artifact. you’d be messing with some forces we don’t fully understand.

clancy: that sounds like a dare to me.

torchbearer: oh my god.

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clancy, writing in his diary with a glitter gel pen: i'm losing my sense of humanity. nothing matters. god is dead. there's blood on my hands.

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josh: are you alright? you don't look like you slept much last night.

tyler: i got a solid eight minutes. not consecutively, but still, it's fine. you're not even that blurry.

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josh: :)

tyler: >:(

josh: turn that frown upside down!

tyler: ):<

josh: not sure what i was expecting...

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josh: being half asleep and feeling someone gently plant a kiss on your forehead is one of the purest kinds of love in the world.

tyler: unless you're home alone.