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Mae: *shaking a can of spray paint*

Bea: Don't paint anything offensive.

Mae: *draws a smiley face* :)

Gregg: Aww, that's nice.

Mae: *adds angry eyebrows* >:)

Gregg: *terrified gasp* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

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Gregg: Happy Nonbinary Awareness Week!

Gregg: *presses his face directly against Mae's*

Gregg: I am aware of you.

Mae: I wish you weren't.

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You give me a gift? BAM! Thank you note. You invite me somewhere? POW! RSVP. You do me a favor? WHAM! Favor returned. Do not test my politeness.

-Angus

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Mae: Look at you, always working. What happened to my fun girlfriend?

Bea: Fun? I was never fun. You take that back.

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Bea: Mae, Gregg, and I were crossing the street, and this dude honked at us.

Angus: Oh, God. And what did they do?

Bea: They chased the guy to the next red light, reached through his window, and-

Gregg, bursting in: WHO WANTS A STEERING WHEEL?

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Idk for how long I’ve been drawing this but you can clearly see that I am a Maebea shipper.

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Woman….

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Gregg: Well, I guess I'm just too tough to cry.

Angus: Just this morning, you were crying about snakes.

Gregg, tearing up: They don't have any arms!

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Angus: Are we really going to let Mae keep all of those pet rats?

Bea, shrugging: We kept Mae.

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-in a group hug-

Bea: Don't you guys have anything better to do than annoy me?

Gregg: Nope!

Mae: Prepare to be annoyed!

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That's not grammatically correct, you insolent fucko!

-Mae

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Cultist: I can see into the future! In your future, it looks like you'll kiss seven boys. How lucky for you!

Bea: Jokes on you! If you were really a prophet, you'd know I'm gay!

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-in college-

Mae: *sigh*

Mae: I miss my wife. I miss her a lot.

Mae, getting up and leaving: I'll be back.

Her classmates: ???

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Mae, after meeting God: I just saw a trillion different versions of reality, folding into each other like thin sheets of metal forming a single blade.

Lori, a teenage girl: Yeah, yeah, the Time Knife. We've all seen it.

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Selmers: Miss Quency told me to "go get it, girl."

Mae: Get what?

Selmers: Unclear. I'll get everything, just to be safe.

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Bea: Hey, can I ask your advice on something?

Gregg: Are you sure? Isn't there someone else you can ask? Like, literally anyone else?