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John: GUYSSS GUESS WHAT?! THERE'S AN APP FOR CHATTING SO I DON'T HAVE TO US MY LAPTOP ANYMORE!!!

Blyke: We should switch to that.

Sera: Agreed.

Emerson: Good, no more XP laptop fiasco.

Arlo: Hey have you ever went the hospital for what hap yesterday.

Isen: Hap?

John: I did, one they called me Ching Choa Joon because someone was posting our chat and 2. I just a severe rash from doing it to much and I blame you Sera.

Sera: :)

John: Monster.

Blyke: Mayne stop with monster.

John: I don't understand Mayne.

Isen: Thinks he's already using his phone.

Blyke: Remi, I'm frying crayons. Want some?

Remi: Do they color better?

Blyke: No but they taste good.

Arlo: Don't ever eat from cucumber boy.

Blyke: It was that one time.

Arlo: That one time we will never forget.

John: I'M TEXTING IN A IKEA.

Fiore: Why are you saying it's like new technology? It has exist for like years.

John: Ah shit I see Claire.

Arlo: SOMEONE grab a mental health doctor.

Blyke: uh who?

Emerson: I DON'T KNWO AND I DENT CAREEER!!!!

Isen: Will food help?

Sera: We suck at this.

Remi: We do.

John: OH wait she looked like Claire but isn't.

John: I want meatballs.

Isen: Why cause Sera sucked your meatballs dry?

John:

John: I fucking hate you.

Fiore: I will say IKEA meatballs are the best!

Emerson: Did you know that there is no IKEA in Sweden because it's so communist there?

Blyke: Great, now I am depressed.

John: Why? It's just a business.

Arlo: I steal plastic fork from IKEA Cafe.

John: That's free you idiot.

Arlo: It's not when I take 50.

Sera: ARLO EL FORK ADICT!!

Blyke: u know that y'all easily make me depressed.

John: STFU, use grammar.

Isen: GUYS IM LOOOOOSSST!!!!

Emerson: Why?

Isen: I dunno, I think I'm in the showroom.

Sera: Remember when we used to get lost as kids there?

John: Ah memories.

John: Imma take a bathroomvbreak.

Emerson: Oh no.

Remi: Oof I ate fried crayons.

Fiore: Why?

Remi: I believed Blyke that they were goof and he lie.

Blyke: I be no lie.

Emerson: I assume y'all are HORRIBLE typers.

John: I think I need surgery.

Sera: What happened.

John: You.

Arlo: We 'bout to see a fight.

John: Asslo I have PTSD so no fighting.

Sera: Im sorry John.

Fiore: Pretty sure you are not.

Sera: Good call.

Isen: Get her back.

John: No you sick fuck.

Emerson: CAN EVERYONE STOP TALKING ABOUT HORRIBLE SEX ON THIS DAMN CHAT FOR ONCE?!?!?!

Blyke: Damn, you gonna die a virgin.

John: So are you cucumber boy.

Emerson: Also, who dies a virgin anyway?

Blyke: Your Zodiac IS virgo, who is a virgin.

Emerson: *ahem* So is Seraphina and look at her. Its just a damn Zodiac you moldy chili pepper.

Fiore: Agreed.

Arlo: I sign law.

Isen: NO A DICTATORSHIP!!!

Arlo: To make peace with Hoebiet Lussia.

Isen: COMMIE!!!

Arlo: I aint no lefty.

John: That true.

Arlo: However Isen I will smack you with my left hand.




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