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Techno: Okay, listen I have come up with a three-step plan to get Type to marry you.

Tharn: Okay, I'm listening.

Techno: Step one, get him to play truth or dare.

Tharn: Oh God, stop.

Techno: Step two, wait until he picks dare. It probably wouldn't take long, he's no little bitch and wouldn't go for 'truth'.

Tharn: Techno, what the fuck?

Techno: Step three, dare him to marry you.

Thorn: You know I'm not Techno's biggest fan but, even I think it could work!

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Tharn: Type and I–

Techno: are getting married?

Tharn: What? No, we–

Techno, pulling out a binder: Sit down, I have the entire thing planned out.

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Dr Thiti: Aren't you going to apologize to me?

Type, scoffing: Unfuck you or whatever.

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Type: Hey, Tharn is not here and I hate shopping alone, wanna tag along to the mall? I need to buy a dress.

Phugun: Okay. First of all, I'm so glad you felt comfortable enough to come to me with that, and you know what? If this is something you want to explore—

Type, flushing: It's not for me! It's for Thanya, her birthday is coming up.

Phugun: Aow.

Type: But, uh, you handled that very well.

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Type: Being gay isn't a choice. It's a game, and I'm winning.

Type: *pushes sunglasses up his nose*

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Type: Someone has been sending me death threats anonymously.

Techno: What? Who could it be? Who hates you?

Type: Everyone, No. I'm a bitch.

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Type @ the juniors during football practice: Everyone always accuses me of having a favorite. Which is definitely not true! I like Can and all the not-Cans equally

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Thanya: So, uh... No lecture about me kissing a boy?

Tharn: No. Why? Did you do it wrong?

Thanya:

Thanya: I keep forgetting how you're not P'Thorn...

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Khlui: Hello and welcome to my video blog, today I'm reviewing hair products.

Khlui: *sprays hairspray into his mouth*

Khlui: Well, I can tell you right off the bat that this one isn't very good.

Seo, in the background: WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING WITH MY HAIRSPRAY???

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Type, looking at Techno: Thank God I'm straight.

Type, meeting Tharn for the first time: ...Unless?

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[Type telling his father about how good his 'roommate' is and spilling compliment after compliment]

Type's father: Your roommate can't be good at everything, kiddo. Hm, maybe he's a bad kisser.

Type: No, he's good at that too.

Type's father: ALAI?

Type: what?

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Puifai: I don't get why Type is still living with his roommate when he's so violent. He should just move out.

Champ: What do you mean 'violent'?

Puifai: Well, the other day he was limping and when I asked him about it, he said his roommate did that

Champ:

Champ: oh mY GODDD

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Type: Danger is my middle name

Tharn: That's a lie, your middle name is Cutie-Pie

Tharn: *boops Type's nose*

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Tharn: Hello, people that do not live here

Techno: Hi

Champ: Hey

Tharn: I believe Type gave you the key for emergencies only

Champ: We were out of Doritos

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P'San: What do you even see in him?

Tharn: Me

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Type: Hey babe, are you in the mood to spice things up a bit?

Tharn: I can't eat spicy food

Type: I meant in the bedroom, asshole

Tharn: I can't eat spicy food anywhere, Type

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Techno: Can you call me? I lost my phone

Type: Yeah, sure. One sec, let me find my phone.

Techno: Okay, I'll wait.

Type: I can't find it, can you call me?

Techno: Yeah, sure, one sec.