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Famine: *frantically opens the car door* War, they’re following me! They’re following me!
War: *scrambling for her keys* Who? Who’s following you?
Famine: A bug!
War: *stops what she’s doing* A bug?
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Famine: And also; you always smell just a little bit like vanilla.
War: That’s my soap.
War: I got it at lush.
Famine: I want to be like you when I grow up, War.
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Pestilence: I’m telling you, a mouse could kill a scorpion!
Famine: Bullshit, it couldn’t.
Pestilence: No dude, it can; it’s got tiny claws and teeth and---
Death: I think a rat could kill a scorpion----”
Famine: Well no shit, Death, but we’re not talking about a rat, we’re talking about a tiny little mouse!
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Pestilence: I am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand!
Famine: Posideon quivers before him!
Pestilence: *screaming at the ocean* Fuck off!
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War: Welcome to bible study, where we’re all children of Jesus.
Death: *snorting coke in the background*
Pestilence and Famine: *playing beer pong*
War: Kumbaya, my lord!
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Famine: *to Pestilence* Alright, so we’re gonna take turns saying something about ourselves.
Pestilence:
Famine: I’ll go first; I hate you.
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Pestilence: Yo wake up sleepyhead!
Death: *sits up* The fuck, man?
War: *behind Death* What?
Pestilence: *screaming*
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Pestilence: *smacks Death’s leg*
Death: Pestilence, what?
Death: *walks away*
Pestilence: *folows him and smacks him again*
Death: What, ow! *picks up Pestilence and throws him across the fucking room*
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Pestilence: *holding up dog treats* Famine, look, it’s the good kush.
Famine: *without hesitation* It’s the Dollar Store, how good can it be?
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Are you kidding me--I love vaginas. You know me, I'm not a picky eater; I'll eat that thing as soon as it comes. Hot, cold, I will eat that vagina.
Famine, probably
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Famine: Hey, bro, how much money do you have?
Pestilence: Uh, like, sixty-nine cents.
Famine: Oh, you know what that means. . .
Pestilence: *in tears* I don’t have enough money for chicken nuggets.
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Death: *playing a synthesizer* Is there anything better than pussy?
Death: Yes, a really good book.
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Pestilence: *pulling tubs of ice cream from the fridge*
Famine: This is a crime scene!
Pestilence: Oh, what, is this the murder weapon?
Famine:
Pestilence: No, I didn’t think so.
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Death: There is only one thing worse than dying. *yanks a piece of paper off whiteboard to reveal ‘War’*
Famine: *eyes widen* War!
Death: No---
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War: I hope no one’s thirsty because water bottles cost two dollars.
Famine: We’re in a hotel room, why do we have to pay for water?
Pestilence: *drinking from the sink* Yeah, there’s water right here.
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