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Dean: Why is everyone suddenly scared of me?

Seth: Maybe it's the bloody knife you're wielding?

Dean: That's ridiculous, I haven't even killed anyone yet!

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Seth: You look very sad.

Dean: I'm just having a bad day.

Seth: Oh, well, let me cheer you up by reminding you of all the things that are going wrong in your life!

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Roman: Why did you set the hotel on fire?!

Dean: I wanted to show you the pretty lights!

Roman: THAT’S NOT HOW LIGHTS WORK!

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Dean: Don’t let me make decisions this time.

Roman: Because it always ends bad?

Dean: Nope. Because last time my decision was to hug Sethand I never want to experience that ever again.

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Triple H: How petty can you get?

Seth: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

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Seth: Your heart literally stopped three times!

Dean: And guess what? I said fuck that! I’m too spiteful to die!

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Dean: I’m just happy you’re alive.

Seth: Me fuckin leg ain’t work!

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Dean: Don’t worry, if I can’t kill you, I’ll just kill you in my sleep.

Seth: That is the worst coping mechanism.

Dean: Bold words for someone I’ve killed dozens of times in my dreams.

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Dean: I totally got it this time.

*later*

Dean, with a broken arm: I didn’t got this as well as I anticipated.

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Dean: Don’t even try to do it.

Roman, holding a knife: Do what?

Dean: Put it down and go get coffee. You’re thinking without coffee and that’s too dangerous.

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Triple H: Fellas, I gotta know for science. Is the opposite of red green or blue?

Roman: Technically a mix of green and blue?

Dean, nodding: So blurple.

Seth: That's implying you're mixing blue and purple.

Dean: Would you rather have fucking bleen? MOTHERFUCKING GRUE?

Randy: You were confusing before but now I'm scared.

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Dean: Little shit.

Roman: Littler shit.

Dean: Mario kart?

Roman: Yeah.

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Roman: Stop crying, Dean It’s like the fifth time this morning alone.

Dean: I just lost one of my favorite brain cells, let me mourn my loss!

Seth: You had brain cells to lose?

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Roman: Hello.

Dean: *runs by screaming*

Roman: What the fuck?

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Seth: Sucks to suck.

Dean: *raises chair*

Roman: Yeah, okay.

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Dean: …

Roman: …

Dean: *opens his mouth*

Roman: No.

Dean: Okay.

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Dean, calling Seth: Oh, hiiiii, buddy.

Seth: Am I putting out a fire, posting bail, or hitting you with a chair in the face?