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Phil stood, naked, shivering, frustrated. He breathed heavily through his teeth. "It's not Polish Jenga I'm pissed off about, Oscar. It's more than that. You know exactly what I'm mad about, don't play games with me. Not until we finish this one."

‘ and there you are on your knees, begging for forgiveness, begging for me, just like i always wanted. ’ (Your choice of muse - Ryan)

"Phil..." Oscar sighed out. "You must forgive me. I... I know Jenga got a bit out of hand but..."

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"Oh! Good. Because like, I was definitely not going to get you home safely. Or to the bank safely. I mean, like, I'm definitely not sober. And hell, I'm not even really sure where I live? I don't think we've established it. I mean, in our friendship. Are we friends? I don't know. I don't remember... have we met before this? Have we talked? Because I... oh! Let's get churros! And more drinks." He interrupted himself as he saw the conveniently placed churro cart outside the bar. "I could get churros. You like churros? I don't feel like I know you all that well, you're kinda... secret. I mean, everyone's got secrets. It's all secrets around here. I never know what is going on, I... I just want to... I wanna be friends with like... everyone. I want to be liked. Do you ever... feel like... all you want is to be liked?"

Okay, maybe he was a little more than tipsy.

‘ just take me home. ’ (any chewie muse)

"I thought you lived at the bank, Mr. Banker," Phil admitted, a little confused. He still wasn't sure how he and the Banker had ended up on a bit of a bender. He had gone in to see if he was still mostly broke, and the next thing he knew, he was writing checks his ass couldn't cash. Literally. They were going to bounce so fucking hard. He was still a little too tipsy to care, though. "You have like... an actual home, or...?"

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"Oh, yeah. I... I did a whole song. Huh," Phil considered if he was mad at A about that, but nothing much seemed to happen, so he said, "We've had good times, yeah. Um... favorite?" He smiled a little. "Thanks, you're... one of my favorites too. Um... we should hang out, if you aren't busy being all... secretive?"

‘ you got your share of secrets and i’m tired of being last to know. ’ (Kilt Bagpipe or Phil, your choice of whoever is funnier)

"Oh, Phil. You know you're still one of my favorites. Remember when I made you confess your feelings to Bob? I do. We've had some good times."

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‘ just take me home. ’ (any chewie muse)

"I thought you lived at the bank, Mr. Banker," Phil admitted, a little confused. He still wasn't sure how he and the Banker had ended up on a bit of a bender. He had gone in to see if he was still mostly broke, and the next thing he knew, he was writing checks his ass couldn't cash. Literally. They were going to bounce so fucking hard. He was still a little too tipsy to care, though. "You have like... an actual home, or...?"

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#21 Phil Winklestine

A local C-list celebrity. With a more leafy hair style.

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Play any Polish jenga lately, Phil?

"I - I really haven't. I can't do it again. He invited me again and I panicked and said I was spending all day cleaning my toilet. Told him I'd take a rain check. Anon, I'm scared."

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“Ive been told I’m that for some people.” Phil confirmed. “But he must’ve been really bad. Everyone I’ve ever talked to about it tells me they murdered him, which isn’t even possible.”

Phil nodded, and then admitted, “Actually, I never met him. I was busy touring with that barbershop quartet for a while, didn’t come back til town. I’ve heard the rumors though. Was he really that weird?”

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Phil considered how he felt about Jimmy, especially after this conversation. “Yes. You should.”

“It’s a metaphor, Jimmy. You put the killing thing in your mouth, but you don’t let it kill you.” Phil said, despite probably having never actually read the book he was paraphrasing/referencing poorly.

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Is Bob still your biggest crush?

"Well yeah, unless another hot, emotionally unavailable tomato guy came into my life, I'm gonna probably still be having sexy dreams about him."

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“It’s a metaphor, Jimmy. You put the killing thing in your mouth, but you don’t let it kill you.” Phil said, despite probably having never actually read the book he was paraphrasing/referencing poorly.

sometimes i feel like there’s a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. (Frankencelery, to Jimmy, Any Verse)

"Uh, have you tried putting the fire out? That doesn't seem very safe."

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Phil nodded, and then admitted, “Actually, I never met him. I was busy touring with that barbershop quartet for a while, didn’t come back til town. I’ve heard the rumors though. Was he really that weird?”

"when are you going to realize that being normal is not necessarily a virtue?" (oscar, main verse)

"Well, what is a virtue? People like normal. People don't want to find out the famous actor who played Frankencelery is actually a freak in real life, you know?"

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"Every day, Jimmy. Every damn day. It's like a grease fire. You put water on it and it just gets worse."

sometimes i feel like there’s a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. (Frankencelery, to Jimmy, Any Verse)

"Uh, have you tried putting the fire out? That doesn't seem very safe."

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"when are you going to realize that being normal is not necessarily a virtue?" (oscar, main verse)

"Well, what is a virtue? People like normal. People don't want to find out the famous actor who played Frankencelery is actually a freak in real life, you know?"

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"You know, I... I have a lot of stress, and... anxiety... and... it was a little bit of a culture shock, uh, because in America, strip Jenga would mean... literally stripping off all your clothes. But uh, I see... you didn't mean anything by it, and... I was too quick to jump to..." arson "Conclusions. So I am sorry too. I'm glad we could... clear up that misunderstanding!"

“I did not mean for stripping to come out of this.” (Any Ryan muse) (any verse!)

"Well then, Phil, you must be more more direct with your requests."

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Phil stared at him, shirtless and confused, and slightly cold. "What about the sacrifice? The Melman of it all?" He did not reach for the dropped shirt or jacket, yet, in case doing so would also be perceived as rude. "Oscar, we are friends, I - why would I agree to strip polka if we weren't, but... I mean, I'm all for getting naked with a friend, but this... I'm so confused, Oscar! Why are the rules of this game a secret until you're already partway through?"

“I did not mean for stripping to come out of this.” (Any Ryan muse) (any verse!)

"Well then, Phil, you must be more more direct with your requests."

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"Oscar, what is this game? What kind of psychological torment are you..." he trailed off, burying his face in his invisible hands, which looked a bit like nothing, since nothing was covering his face technically. His despair was not invisible, however, and with distraught choking his voice, he stammered, "Just... I..." he pulled out a block, dropping it on the ground, and tore off his shirt. "Just go, Oscar. Just... take your turn."

“I did not mean for stripping to come out of this.” (Any Ryan muse) (any verse!)

"Well then, Phil, you must be more more direct with your requests."

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A cold rage stripped Phil of the warmth of the moment. He stared at Oscar, contemplating if the mustache was all an illusion. Another way to make him question everything. "Oscar...? Where do you keep your matches?" He managed to ask, voice cracking and trembling like an unsteady Jenga tower of mind games.

“I did not mean for stripping to come out of this.” (Any Ryan muse) (any verse!)

"Well then, Phil, you must be more more direct with your requests."