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The Sides at the Park:
Roman: [swings as high as he can and jumps off while screaming]
Patton: ROMAN OH MY GOD NO-
Roman, after he hits the ground and gives everyone there a heart attack: LET'S DO IT AGAIN!
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Human AU:
Virgil, as Patton records him: This is how to find out how many emos are in your school.
Virgil, jumping on a lunch table: WHEN I WAS, A YOUNG BOY.
Half of the cafeteria: [screeches/cries the rest of the lyrics]
Virgil: There you go.
(A/N: This happened IRL, I was Virgil and I got detention afterward.)
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Roman: Do you wanna ride, do you wanna ride, do you wanna go far?
Dee: Virgil, it is imperative that you decline.
Roman: Do you wanna get, do you wanna get, do you wanna get inside my mother's car?
Dee: Tell him no!
Roman: Driving on home, don't you say no, Vi can you be coerced?
Roman: Home in a snatch, only one catch; we gotta stop for frozen yogurt first!
Virgil: [Bisexual Distress]
(A/N: i'M SORRY I'VE BEEN LISTENING TO THIS FOR HOURS NOW-)
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Virgil: I wrote Roman a letter telling him how I feel!
Patton: Alright, that's progress!
Virgil: Yeah, I tore it up and flushed it!
Patton: Oh...
Patton: Still progress!
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Roman: Ten years ago today, I married my best friend.
Roman: Virgil's still mad about it but Remy and I were drunk and we thought it was funny.
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Deceit: YOU CHEATING BASTARD! YOU'RE NOT THE MAN I MARRIED!
Remy: THEN I'M LEAVING AND I'M TAKING THE KIDS!
Patton, slowing pushing away the monopoly board: How about we stop playing...
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Human AU:
Deceit: I know I told everyone that I got my burn scar from surviving my house being lit on fire but in reality, it was from my phone being super hot and dropping on my face.
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Remy, probably: I put the D in Deceit.
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Virgil: I'm not that bad at cooking!
Roman: YOU BURNED SALAD-
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Roman, drunk: This is my puppo pat. This is his puppo fat! It goes pat pat pat!
Virgil, having his arms and legs held down cause Roman conjures a shitton of things while drunk: I will murder you in your sleep.
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