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Deny: Hey Noah can you pick up this box for me? It's really heavy.

Noah: *picks it up easily* nothing is heavier than the weight of my anxiety and depression.

Deny: *equally impressed and concerned* W-what?



Noah: I'm sad.

Sophia, extending her arms:I have emotional cables on me. I can boost you. You just need to attach them like so...

Noah: But this is just a hug.

Sophia: Is it working?Noah: ...Yeah.




Genie: You get one wish.

Noah: I wish for more--

Genie: No wishing for more wishes.

Noah:

Genie:

Noah: I wish for more genies.

Genie: Holy crap.

All of the new genies: Holy crap.




Sophia: *pours salt in coffee and brings it to Noah as a dare* Drink this.

Noah: Oh uh, thanks.

Noah: *drinks the whole cup*

Sophia, nervously: Uh, didn't it...taste weird to you?

Noah: Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings, so I drank it all.

Sophia, tearing up: O-Oh, okay.



Malakai: So, let me get this straight–

Noah: More like, let me run this bi you.

Shai: Let's see how this pans out.

Cortia: Let me ace-ess the situation.

Deny: ...I'm gay.



Noah, smiling:Gotta love knitting needles.

Noah: I can make a scarf, I can make a hat...

Noah: I can stab your eyes out, I can make mittens...

Deny: Wait-- What was that middle part?

Noah: I can make a hat.




Deny: There's only one thing worse than dying.

Deny: *rips paper away to reveal 'Noah' above dying*

Noah, nodding: Myself.

Deny: nO




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