Hybrid: Violence isn't the answer.

Kiyochi: You're right.

Hybrid: *sighs in relief*

Kiyochi: Violence is the question.

Hybrid: What?

Kiyochi: *bolting away* And the answer is yes.

Hybrid: *running after her* NO-

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Hybrid: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Kiyochi: I'm a knife.

Rockabiee: *from across the room* She's the little spoon.

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Sketches: Rockabiee! Open up!

Rockabiee: Well it all started when I was a kid...

Sketches: No, I mean't-

Kiyochi: Let her finish.

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Sketches: Why did you give Kiyochi scissors?!

Rockabiee: I'm sorry, she said she felt unsafe.

Sketches: Now I feel unsafe!

Rockabiee: I'm sorry.... would you like some scissors?

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Sketches: Welcome, fellow idiots.

Rockabiee: Hello.

Sketches: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot.

Rockabiee: You underestimate me.

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Kiyochi: Dear friends, your Christmas gift this year...is me. That's right, another year of friendship. Your membership has been renewed.

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Kiyochi: *accidentally hits Rockabiee the face* *Trying to decide between I'm fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'*
Kiyochi: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY

Rockabiee: What the fuck is wrong with you?!

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Sketches: If you had to choose between Hybrid and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose? 

Kiyochi: That depends, how much money are we taking about? 

Hybrid: Kiyochi! 

Sketches: 63 cents. 

Kiyochi: I'll take the money. 

Hybrid: KIYOCHI!!!

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Rockabiee: Kiyochi isn't answering her phone

Sketches: I'll call

Hybrid: Rockabiee and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Kiyochi: Hello?

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Rockabiee: Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so...

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Hybrid: Where are you going?

Sketches: To either get icecream or commit a felony, I'll decide in the car. (Once again, if you know this reference, ily)

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Kiyochi: A theif.
 
Sketches: Thief? 

Kiyochi: Theif. 

Sketches: I before E, except after C. 

Kiyochi: Thceif. 

Sketches: No.

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Kiyochi: English is a difficult language. It can be understood tough- thorough thought- though.

Rockabiee: You need to stop.

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Sketches: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Hybrid? 

Hybrid: ... No. 

Kiyochi: I do! 

Sketches: I know, Kiyochi. 

Kiyochi: I'm sad! 

Sketches: I know, Kiyochi. (For all those who saw the word 'Person C', no you didn't )

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Sketches: *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Rockabiee: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

Kiyochi: I personally was created in a lab.

Hybrid: I just straight up spawned lol.

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Kiyochi: Here's a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Sketches: Kiyochi no.

Rockabiee: Mistlefoe.

Sketches: Please stop encouraging her.

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Kiyochi: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I've been feeling are actually severe psychological distress

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*Hybrid and Rockabiee are doing something absurdly dangerous*

Hybrid: I think Houdini did something like this once! Why, if I recall correctly, he was out of the hospital in no time!

Rockabiee, deadpan: Well that's encouraging.

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Rockabiee: What do you think Kiyochi will do for a distraction?

Hybrid: She'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That's what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

Hybrid: ... or she could do that.

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Rockabiee: What time is it? 

Kiyochi: I don't know; pass me that saxophone and we'll find out 

Kiyochi: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune* 

Hybrid: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING 

Kiyochi: It's 2 am