Storm: Light! No! Towels were made to dry things! They weren't made to be burned!

Light: Well why the fuck not???

Storm:*literally dying*

Me:*listening to all of this as I'm holding a towel and looking at a box of matches*

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Me:*about to eat pizza*

Light: You haven't actually eaten anything this whole week. You're not hungry.

Me:*barely eats the pizza*

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Me:*draws a picture of Storm*

Storm: why do you hate me?

Me:..... What

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Me:*about to fall asleep*

Light: You do know that Storm and I can interact with each other physically. Like they've punched me before.

Me: How the fuck is that even possible.