Astra: Where are you going?

Cakes: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I'll decide in the car.

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Emily, in the tune of The Final Countdown: IT'S A MENTAL BREAKDOWN-

Jay: [off-key kazoo]

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Astra: Hey Emily, you're up early for once!

Emily, trembling with bloodshot eyes and clutching a venti Americano with four extra shots, 10 sugars and 5 pumps each of caramel and vanilla in each hand: Bold of you to assume I slept.

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Jay: Behold! The field in which I grow my fucks. Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren.

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Jay: Did it hurt?

Jayla, rolling her eyes: Did what hurt?

Jay: When you broke through the Earth's crust, ascending from hell.

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Jay: I haven't been to Subway in two years cause the cashier lady went "what bread do you want" and I said "yeah".

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Cakes: I feel smad.

Emily: Smad...?

Cakes: Sad and mad.

Emily: That's a made-up word.

Cakes: All words are made up.

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Jay, looking down at a worksheet in frustration: I swear I'm smart-

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Jay: ... What the hell is wrong with us?

Cakes: A lot. But at least we're beautiful.

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