#Marrion Waldasp

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Joar: Anyone else angry and gay on this Wednesday night?

Marrion: I’m bi and annoyed, is that close enough?

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Amanda: You’ve heard of Netflix and chill, now get ready for IMAX and climax!

Joar: Blockbluster and cockthruster!

Beatrix: Hulu and woohoo!

Marrion: Amazon Prime and sexy time!

Nicholas: Church and praying for forgiveness.

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Nicholas: We can’t tell anybody else about this.

Joar: I only told Mary.

Marrion: And I told Mez.

Mezla: And I told many, many people.

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Don’t Touch My...

Nicholas: Sister.

Marrion: Hair!

Amanda: Don’t Do touch my biceps! *flexes*

Beatrix: Liquor.

Joar: Sweets!

Mezla: Me. Don’t touch me. Fuck off.

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Marrion: Hey Bea, I like your top!

Beatrix: Thanks!

Amanda: I have a name.

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Joar: Hey, you guys know that can kill you right? 

Mezla: [smoking a cigarette] We know.

Beatrix: [drinking vodka] We're trying to speed it up. 

Marrion: [eating raw cookie dough] [nods]

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Marrion: I’m not crazy, Joar saw it too!

Joar: Yeah!

Beatrix: Joar’s young and impressionable.

Joar: Yeah!

Beatrix: Aw, hell, he’d eat a spoon full of dirt if you told him it tasted like chocolate.

Joar: That’s not true!

Beatrix: Really? That’s where you draw the line?

Joar: No, I mean it’s not true that dirt tastes like chocolate, right? Seriously, right?

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Marrion: Aw, come on, how bad can it be? This thing looks super solid. [knocks on a pipe] See? Safe as-- [aforementioned pipe explodes] 

Amanda: Alright, anybody who is not dead say ow. 

Everyone: Ow. 

Mezla: Mary, one of these days, I am going to actually kill you. 

Marrion: Honestly, I may well beat you to that.

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Marrion: Do you know what a repressed memory is?

Mezla: Yes, Mary. I’ve repressed almost every moment I’ve spent with you. I’m actually repressing this as we speak.

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Samael: So now we’re forced to work together. How ironic. Nicholas: No, that’s not ironic. Ironic would be if we had to work together to hurt each other. Marrion: No. Ironic would be instead of that guy kidnapping Mezla, Mezla kidnapped him! Amanda: I think it would be ironic if we didn’t shoot magic blasts, but instead squirted a healing salve. Joar: I think it would be ironic if everyone was made out of iron.

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Marrion: Why are you helping me so much?

Nicholas: Because my life is a mess right now and I compulsively take care of other people when I don’t know how to take care of myself.

Marrion:

Nicholas: :        ^)

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“Sorry, I use humor to deflect my insecurities. Plus, I’m hilarious, so don’t hate.”

--Marrion, probably

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[Marrion practicing magic stuff]

Marrion: Uh, oh.

Joar: What? What happened?

Marrion: Crap...Instead of accessing my long term memory, I think I just shut off my short term memory.

Joar: Oh...Is that bad?

Marrion: ... Huh, is what bad?

Joar: Your memory thing being shut off.

Marrion: Who shut off my memory?!

Joar: You did.

Marrion: I did what?

Joar: Shut off your memory.

Marrion: Why do you want me to shut off my memory?

Joar: No, it’s already shut off.

Marrion: What is?

Joar: Your memory.

Marrion: Yeah, what about it?

Amanda: *annoyed* WOW, well this is a dRASTIC IMPROVEMENT!

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Marrion: I don't want to die a virgin! 

Mezla: Me neither! 

Marrion: Wait. That gives me an idea. 

Nicholas: No! No!

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Mezla: Do you mind if I take the skin off your Furby?

Mezla : I want to make him a god. Once he is free of his sinful flesh, he can begin the path towards enlightenment. He will take care of Us.

Mezla: Also I want to softhack his circuits.

Marrion: I literally could not care less but never say anything as frightening as that ever again.