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        ~Imagine ships~

Error: *smiles*

Cross: *jumps on ceiling* wow that's scary! you never smile!

Ink: But he always smiles?
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Blue: Red get down from there!

Red: *in the tallest cabinet* NO

Blue: Im going to call the police.

Red: GO AHEAD, I'll FIGHT THEM!

Blue: I have cookies and mustard.

Red: *gets down and grabs cookies and mustard* I totally would've fought them.

Blue: I know you would've babe *pecks cheek*
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Reaper: God its so hot in here
*unbuttoning shirt*

Geno: I know that but why are you unbuttoning my shirt?

Reaper: .....
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Dream: Hey, cross are you free on Friday around 8pm on Friday?

Cross: Yes?..

Dream: What about you, Nightmare?

Nightmare: Yes, I am

Dream: Great! Because im not. You to go on without me. Enjoy your date!

Nightmare: did that beach just-
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Reaper: Did it hurt-

Geno: Stop right there let me guess, 'When I fell from heaven'

Reaper:No, that's stupid.

Geno: What then?

Reaper: *grins* Did it hurt when you feel for me

Geno: No, because I never fell. *walks away*

Reaper: EEEEEEEEEE-
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Cross: Your so sweet and cute and precious

Nightmare: I AM NOT SWEET. I AM DARK AND MYSTERIOUS AND DANGEROUS AND VERY PISSED OFF.

Cross: :3c aw how cute.
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Dream: *cracks an egg on blueberry head*

Blueberry: .....

Dream: *a lemon falls out* What a time to be alive

Blueberry: what the flip flops
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Goth: dad what did you learn from school?

Geno: 1. Im a peace of sh*t 2.everybody else is a peace of sh*t 3. *looks of into the distance* mitochondria is the power house of the cell

Goth: dad wtf
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Goth and pallet: *in hammock*
Pallet: *rocking hammock with foot hoping to keep goth asleep*

Goth: *asleep on pallets chest*
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