//continuation, I'm continuing this because this world is now the home for the canon Ragatha from the Bartender AU (my AU)
*Ragatha looks somberly at PlayCare as the radio continues playing, singing along with the lyrics at the chorus*
We want freedom, freedom!
Freedom, freedom, freedom!
We all fall down!
*Ragatha then accidentally hits a button on the radio and a tape comes out*
What the...?
A tape?
...I wonder what's on it.
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INCORRECT QUOTES AGAIN!!!!
'cause I'm still sick-
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Picky: The ‘how the fucks’ and 'why are you so dumbs’ don’t matter. All that matters is that I have a new gun.
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Bobby: At this point, I'm holding myself together with glitter glue.
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Crafty: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.
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Bubba: I dunno if I'm ready to process the ramifications of this bullshit.
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Crafty: Unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, I cannot just 'walk up and join a circle of people talking', but it does sound lovely, thank you.
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Hoppy: Underestimate me. That'll be fun.
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Bubba: Ok, first of all, what the fuck?
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Kickin, seeing a banana on the car seat: What the FUCK??
Kickin, buckling the banana up: Fucking buckle UP, it’s the LAW!
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Kickin: I have no respect for Santa. Don’t sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents. Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man.
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Hoppy: Kids don't even call you a doodoo head anymore. They just call you a bitch.
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Kickin: So apparently the "bad vibes" I've been feeling are actually "Severe psychological distress."
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Picky: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka.
Picky: *upends the bottle*
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Bubba: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.
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Hoppy: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.
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Kickin: Guess who got shit done today?
Kickin: Not me, but congrats to somebody out there.
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Bubba: Time for plan G.
Bobby: Don’t you mean plan B?
Bubba: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.
Crafty: What about plan D?
Bubba: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.
Hoppy: What about plan E?
Bubba: I’m hoping not to use it. Kickin dies in plan E.
Picky: I like plan E.
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Bubba: I CAN'T DO IT!
Bobby, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!
Bubba: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE
Picky: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.
Bubba:
Bubba: I appreciate it,
Bubba: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-
Hoppy: Bubba-
Bubba: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!
Crafty: Bubba we gotta-
Bubba: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.
Bubba: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'
Bubba, motioning to Kickin: NOT FUCKING THIS
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Bubba: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.
Hoppy: What if it bites me and it dies!?
Crafty: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Hoppy, learn to listen.
Kickin: What if it bites itself and I die?
Picky: That’s voodoo.
Hoppy: What if it bites me and someone else dies?
Bobby: That’s correlation, not causation.
Crafty: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?
Kickin: That’s kinky.
Bubba: Oh my God.
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Twisted!Bubba and Violent!Kickin by @smiling-psychopaths
Lovesick!Bobby by @protective-mama-bear
Corrupted!Picky by me :D
Emotionless!Crafty by @emotionless-craftycorn
Impulsive!Hoppy by @jumptothemoon
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