"I really don't think I need buns of steel. I'd be happy with buns of cinnamon." - Ellen DeGeneres
DEDICATION: RealisticWriting because Nicola is an adorable cinnamon roll <3
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"What up, what up, what up!"
"A-A-A-choo!"
"Woah, I'm just putting this out there, I have no idea how to make chicken soup. I'm not going to be your caretaker and wipe up your snot. What's up with you?"
"I'm allergic to your bullshit."
"Hey, I haven't even said anything yet!"
"Your existence is bullshit, Oliver. Achoo!"
"Woah, even Wolverine ain't that savage."
"I have a cold, dumbass!"
"It's called flu season for a reason. Oh, that rhymed! Bow down to me!"
"The only bowing I'm going to do is when I lift a bow and shoot your testicles."
"Don't, unless you want your boy toy to be used as a human shield, Quinnie."
"He's not my boy toy!"
"Is so!"
"Is not!"
"Don't deny it, you're in luuuuuurve!"
"Don't be delusional."
"If delusional is code for 'has eyes and common sense', then I'm totally delusional!"
"Hey- achoo! Did you call me Quinny before?"
"Um, maybe?"
"You have three seconds to write your will."
"I have three seconds to ride Will?"
"What?"
"What?"
"The- the static's really bad-"
"D- Don't leave me Q- Quinny! Don't let go! Meet me at the s-ski slopes later to m-make Andrew jealous! Oh God, we're- we're breaking up-"
"Oliver?"
"What's yo shizzle, my nizzle?"
"You do realise that you're standing right beside me, right?"
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Snow Boots (#3)
Short Story"You've reached Westerden Ski Lodge, how may I be of assistance?" "Hey, can I rent some snow boots and skis? Maybe even a girlfriend, if you've got any in stock." "Awesome, do you want to order a life along with that? The gift wrapping's free of...
