Reeses: Um... {I mean... It beats starving or freezing to death, right...?} Sure.

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Frisk:  Not crazy! Not crazy! Not crazy! Not crazy! Not crazy! *They hold their head, continuing to cry*

Jamie: *Sigh* I... Oh crap! My deodorant trade!! Um! I'll be right back! Five minutes tops, I swear! *He quickly walks out of the bunk* 

Frisk: Not crazy! Not crazy! Not crazy! Not crazy!

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Mason: You look really good. Now, c'mon. I'll do your hair.