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Hanbin: We’re getting married, bitches!
Hao: And we’re about to make it everybody else’s problem.
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Yujin: So… This is my full potential?
Jiwoong: Yes.
Yujin: So, then it’s…
Jiwoong: All downhill from here.
Yujin: Like Gyuvin.
Jiwoong: I do not know what this Gyuvin is. But it sounds disappointing.
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Gunwook: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos.
Ricky: That’s the most hopeful thing I’ve ever heard.
Matthew: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos?
Jiwoong: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.
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Gyuvin: God, I love Ricky.
Jiwoong: Yeah, you fucking better.
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Gunwook: Hey, can we stay in your dorm tonight?
Gyuvin: Why?
Gunwook: Hanbin fiddled with an ouija board and cursed ours.
Hao: Ricky doesn’t know how to banish spirits, so he just threw salt at them and yelled “DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!”
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Hanbin: I think Taerae is in trouble.
Jiwoong: Alright. Struggling to give a fuck, if I’m honest.
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Hao: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out.
Matthew: Fucking Jiwoong and Yujin were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn’t get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.
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Yujin: I baked you a pie!
Hanbin: Really?! What flavor?
Yujin: *pulls gun out of the pie* DEATH!
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Jiwoong: I’m going to hell.
Taerae: Probably.
Jiwoong: I’ll pick you up?
Taerae: *nodding* Carpool.
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Hao: We need a plan to beat them.
Matthew: Okay, listen up. First, we fill their shoes with wet cat food.
Hao:
Matthew: Judge me all you want, I get results.
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