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[whizbangs]

Don't be a brat
That shit costs money
And I wanna try it!

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flushed

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Bullshit

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how would u know

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[whizbangs]

I am gonna fly my ass home and that game better still be unflushed

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or whaaaaaaat

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[whizbangs]

You know what a swirly is right

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thats fucked up
my facell get infected

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[whizbangs]

I'll disinfect you after then

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thats a extra step

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[whizbangs]

Almost there oh no
Better get ready

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eat shit
dont text n fly
or do n crash in2 the side
of a fucking house

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[whizbangs]

Haha
SPLAT
Oh no if only I had listened to badou

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nobody ever does
n then its 2 late !

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[whizbangs]

To think this tragedy could have been avoided
Hey you want food?
Chinese?

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aint u going 2 the diner

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[whizbangs]

I might just go tomorrow
Doesn't really matter

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[he's sluggish; who'd have thought an afternoon with Nill and fifty thousand guinea pigs would wipe him out]

chinese i guess
thorfinn gets pissed now
when we get pizza n he aint here

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[whizbangs]

That kid's pizza fixation is WEIRD

[you are one to talk, carol]

I take it I should get you the whole menu
As usual?

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wow
u can learn shit
who knew

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oh wait
actually
no spicy shit this time
i had orange juice
this morning
it was bad

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[whizbangs]

Poor kid
Ok gimme like 20 mins

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k

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[whizbangs]

[it's more like twenty-five, but then mama's home, checking her phone as she picks her way over the usual debris to the living room.

plonk goes the bag of chinese food onto the coffee table, plonk goes carol's butt onto the couch. hey sup.]

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[the boy is lying with his face smashed into the cushions; he's been there for hours already, his body having finally exhausted itself of that cockroach at the Apocalypse energy it'd been exerting for weeks on end (couples with reminders from Nill to take it easy on the bod, of all fucking things)]

[a tired green eye rolls up to look at -- no, not carol, the baggy]

[and he reaches his unbroken arm out, falling tragically short of it]