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Y/N: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you lost throughout your life!

Jason: ... *Writes something down quickly and holds it up: Self esteem- haven't seen you in years!*

Michael, playing along: *Holds up a whiteboard that says: Oh, wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.*

Chucky: Hey, I knew I lost that potential somewhere!

Freddy: My moral code, is that you??

Y/N: ... I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug??

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Y/N, with a BIG crush: Are you... the little spoon, or the big spoon?

Helga: I'm a knife.

Rourke, calling over from a ways off, not even looking up from a map: She's a little spoon!...

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Clayton: Oh, what time is it?

McLeach: I don't know- hey, pass me that saxophone and we'll find out though.

McLeach: *Takes a deeeep breath- and blows as hard as he possibly can into it*

Rourke from upstairs: -WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXAPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING!?

McLeach: Its 2 am.

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Jeff: What happens if I press the brake and gas at the same time??

Offender: The car takes a screenshot, kid.

Trender, just trying to teach Jeff how to fucking drive: For the last time- get the fuck out!

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Milo: So- if Helga and I were drowning, who would you save?

Rourke, unimpressed: You two cant swim?

Milo: Its a hypothetical question, who would you save?

Rourke: My time and effort.

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Rourke: While I'm gone, Thatch, you're in charge.

Milo: Oh- Oh- Oh really??? Yes!!

Rourke, muttering: Lietenent, you're secretly in charge.

Helga: Obviously.

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Clayton: Damnit, McLeach!!

McLeach: What!? It's wasn't me!!

Clayton: Oh sorry old boy- force of habit.

Clayton: Damnit, Gaston!

Gaston: Not me either.

Clayton: Then who set the bloody house on fire!?

Rourke: *Walks by, whistling*

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Jennifer: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself... would I just be trapped forevor in that position- doomed to starve to death??

Chucky: ... *Not noticing everyone is looking at him*

Chucky: *Looks up* Wh-

Chucky: How the fuck am I supposed to know!??

Freddy: ... you say, as if we don't always use you as the source of knowledge of the occult.

Chucky: ...

Chucky: *Turns deadpanned to Jennifer* You wouldn't be trapped.

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Rourke: Sometimes I drink milk straight outta the container.

Mole, visably distraught: The COW???

Rourke: -What?

Sweetie: Mole... WHY!?

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Stupid, texting: Wheezy, what do IDK, ILY and TTYL mean?

Wheezy, texting back: I don't know, I love you, talk to you later

Stupid: Ok, I love you too, I'll just ask Smartass.

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Greasy: How's the sexiest person here?~

Y/N, rolling their eyes: I don't know Greasy- how are they?~

Wheezy, smoking out the window across the room: Eh, I'm doing great, thanks!

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Otis: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million gold?

Foxy: Hey- you stab me, then when my leg gets better we buy a big ass house.

Baby: Oh! You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million.

Foxy: Good thinking.

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Smartass: My life is in the hands of an idiot!

Psycho, shaking his head solemnly: No no no no no no- *Perks up, and motions excitedly to Stupid* TWO idiots!!

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The time Molt and somewhere Grasshoppers end up in jail for the night.

Random Grasshopper: So... who should we call?

Molt: Ahhh, I'd call Hopper,... but I feel safer in jail.