#and killer parenting a bunch of grown ass men badly

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My brain's mush today, so here's a few more incorrect quotes from This Generator (it's the one I always use and it's great). (Also, if anyone wants to try and do the additional colors, This One is a very easy tool to use). This time we're getting the Epic Sanses and all of Nightmare's henchmen. Because I love the idea of Killer leaving and dragging all his little guys he has become responsible for with him. HE GOT THE KIDS IN THE DIVORCE!

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Cross: What are amphetamines?  Delta: Drugs that can go on land and water.  Cross: Ohhhh.

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Delta: I’ve invited you here because I crave the deadliest game...  Killer, nodding: Knife Monopoly.  Delta: I was actually going to play Russian roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.

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Color, pointing to the wall: What color is this?  Cross: Gray.  Horror: Grey.  Color, turning to Epic: Now tell them what color you think it is.  Epic: Dark white.

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Dust: Hey, I say we go down there, kick Color’s door in, and let him know that we’re in town.  Horror: That ain’t the way we do things here. We may have to go in there and run a con, drop a bug, do the smooth-talking.  Dust: Okay, you come with me, you do the smooth-talking, let’s go.  Horror: No, we just can’t go in there and kick down Color’s door. We need a plan.  Dust: Well who makes the plans?  Horror: Killer.  Dust: Killer, what's the plan?  Killer: You guys are gonna go down there, kick Color’s door in, let him know you’re in town.

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Cross: You know what the problem is? You're really cute, so no one ever told you to shut your pie-hole.  Epic: You think I’m cute?  Cross: SHUT YOUR PIE-HOLE!

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Color, looking at the squad: Okay, so I need to become a therapist faster.

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Epic: Hey! Wanna hear a joke?  Dust: Sure.  Epic: Your life!  Dust: Actually, my life isn’t a joke, jokes have meaning.  Epic: Dust, no.

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Delta: I don’t need any more friends. I already have six.  Horror: Don’t you mean seven?  Delta: *looks directly at Killer*  Delta: No, I’m pretty sure I meant to say six.

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Cross, walking into Color's and Killer’s bedroom in the middle of the night: I had a bad dream.  Color: What was it about?  Killer: No, don’t ask him that!  Color: Why not?  Killer: Cause he’ll answer!

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Color: Would you slap Killer-  Delta: Yes.  Color: I didn't even finish!  Delta: Sorry, continue.  Color: Would you slap Killer for 10 dollars?  Delta: I would do it for free.  Killer: Rude...