Troy: DISTURBING THE PEACE
March 7th: LOOK INTO MY EYESSS
Switchy: NOW TELL ME THE THINGS YOUR BLABBIN' ABOUT BEHIND MY BACK!
Kru: THE TENACITYYYYY
Troy: I HOLD IT'S HARD TO BREAK DOWN!
Switchy: ITS TOO LATE FOR APOLOGIES, IT'S GOING DOWNNNNN

March 7th: NOWWWW

KRSHH

Fittle, with their hands cupped over each other: I found a cool spider!
Troy: Oh? Lemme see!
Fittle, opening their hands to see nothing there: …hm.
Switchy: …where’s the spider.
Fittle: *looks troubled and stares at their hands*
Troy: Oh no.
Switchy: FITTLE, WHERE’S THE SPIDER?!

KRSHHH

Troy: I’ve made a spread sheet of all the crime in Brooklyn.
Troy: There’s so much crime in New York, no one should live here.

KRSHHHH

Fittle: If Troy and I were drowning, who would you save?
March 7th: You two can’t swim?
Fittle: It’s a hypothetical question, March 7th! Who would you save?
March 7th: My time and effort.

Thats COLD 💀

KRSHHY

Serena: Switchy told me I was found in a KFC bucket next to a dumpster and I was rescued.
Kru: You probably were.
Serena: Oh crap, maybe that's the reason why. Maybe my lackluster feelings towards their fried chicken is because subconsciously I'm reliving the trauma whenever I see their trademark bucket. My brain and cognitive dissonance won't let me completely lie to myself and say I hate their food, because fried chicken is great and I want some now, instead it just steers me away. Thank you for helping to guide me towards this epiphany, perhaps now the healing can begin.

KRSHHH

Troy: Serena? I mixed redbull with coffee and now I can see sounds, should I worry?
Serena: Troy, I swear to god—

KRSHHH

Troy: So we're gonna read what we wrote down so we can tell everyone in the class something about ourselves.
Kru: Okay, my name is Kru but you can refer to me as Lord Farquad.
Troy: Okay that's not happening- how about you!
Serena: I'm Serena and I like the movie White Chicks!
Troy: ...Okay... whatever, I respect that.
Fittle: My name is Fittle and I hate this place, it actually sucks here...
Troy: Okay... and you...
Void: *nervous* Uhhh my name is Void and my favorite color is... math.

KRSHHH

Troy: So how’s the food March 7th made?
Switchy: It's great! Compliments to them.
Troy: *goes to the kitchen*
Troy: You're adorable.
March 7th: *blushes*

KRSHHH

❗❗ SELF DEPRECATION ZONE ❗❗

KRSHHH

Kru: Can I get a waffle?
Troy and March 7th: *fighting and yelling at each other*
Kru: Can I p l e a s e get a waffle?

KRSHHH

Fittle: So, what's it like living with Troy?
March 7th: They once referred to sand as "heterosexual glitter."
Fittle: ...
March 7th: I love them so much.

KRSHHH

Switchy: Get in loser, we're going shopping.
Troy: This is a McDonald's drive thru.

KRSHHH

Fittle: We need a diversion. I say March 7th gets naked.
Switchy: No.
Fittle: I could get naked.
The squad: NO!!!

WTF 💀

KRSHHYH

Switchy: I’ve never asked someone out. How do you even do it?
Troy: Oh, what I do is, I look them up and down and I say: “Hey… how you doin’?”
March 7th, scoffing: Oh, please.
Troy, to March 7th: Hey, how you doin’?
March 7th:
March 7th: *giggles and blushes*

If that actually worked I'd use it at least 50 times at this point.

KRSHHH

Kru: *gets set on fire and screams in agony*
Kru: Nah, I’m just kidding. Fire does nothing to me.

KRSHHH

March 7th: You need to be more careful!
Troy, who was dragged into March 7th's issue: Careful? CAREFUL?! I'LL CAREFULLY WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT-

KRSHHH

Kru: What is love?
Void: An emotional minefield.
Serena: A neurochemical reaction.
Switchy: Baby don't hurt me.

If i had to choose one of the definitions, Void's one sounds the most accurate.

KRSHHH
Serena, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs?
Fittle: It means like in hand-to-hand combat.
Serena: Ohhhh-
Troy: Both of you get out of this kitchen.

KRSHH

Troy: I put the pun in punishment.
Kru: I put the top in unstoppable.
Serena: I put the cute in execute.
Void: I put the sexy in dyslexia.
Switchy: I put the ass in class.
Fittle: I put the D in Troy.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS GENERATOR 😭💀

that's it i had enough cringe.