Including the draft about Zodiac Mythology, this is my one hundred and thirty-first chapter. ;)

Someone: So, what even are you?

Me: Artsexual.

Someone: That's not a real-

Me: LET ME LOVE OTHER ARTIST'S ART, ALREADY!!

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Ryu: You're right, I abuse drugs! Whenever I see a drug, I punch it!

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Ceara: Why am I not a banana?

Eugene: Because your genetic code dictates that you are human. However, you should be pleased to know that you share 50-60% of your DNA with bananas.

Ceara: Thanks, Eu.

Bé: Wait...

Bé: Are you saying that some people are 10% more banana than other people?

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Bé: Why are you still in bed, we have a recital today?

Suisei: Jet lag.

Bé: That was three months ago??

Suisei: Fine, I'm depressed.

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Shufen: Life's a stuck-up b*tch, so if it's easy, you're doing it wrong.

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Therapist: Typically, we call this a "Traumatic Experience". Not a "Major L Moment".

Luna:

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Sarah, after she lost her arm: On the bright side, my physical therapist is rad.

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Tipsy: If you were to vacuum up jello though a metal tube, well I think that would be a neat noise.

Samantha: I beg to differ.

Tipsy: Then beg, lol.

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Erika: Hey.

Erika: ...Everyone's bones are wet.

Ere, visibly disgusted: Why would you say that?

Erika: No one said hi back.

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Bé, writing on her arm in the middle of class: If we sent cowboys and jazz musicians to Mars as the first human society, Mars would be the Yeehaw Jazz Planet and then we'd have Cowboy Bebop.

Keith, writing back: What the f*ck?

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Lucien: Alright, I'm off-

Ren: Aren't you forgetting something?

Lucien, confusedly: *Kisses Ren's forehead*

Ren: While I appreciate the attempt, I meant your shoes. You forgot to put on your shoes.

Lucien: ...Oh.

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Teacher: You're acting like a child, Miss Dempsey.

Bé: I'm not acting! I'm genuinely like a child!

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Ceara, barging into Eugene's room one day: You're gonna be a father.

Eugene, trying desperately to make sense of this situation: What-

Ceara, pulling out a puppy she had hidden in her coat: Meet our child.

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Shufen: How do I politely tell someone I want to f*cking hit their face with a brick several times?

Samantha, not even looking up from her newest invention: "One wishes to acquaint your facial structure with a rigidly edged object fundamentally used in the construction of walls repeatedly."

Shufen: Thanks.

Tipsy: That was a cry for therapy from both of you.

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Flight Attendant: Before we land, please make sure all your electronic devices are secure.

Edith, whispering to Ori: Psst, do you feel safe?

At this point, there were 420 words and I refuse to break that record any further than I already have.

Peace~! <3