Wilbur: Am I in trouble?
Phil: Take a guess.
Wilbur: No?
Phil: Take another guess.
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Techno: So that’s my plan.
Wilbur: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean.
Techno: No, go ahead, I want to hear it.
Wilbur: It fucking sucks.
Techno: That’s not constructive criticism.
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Wilbur: You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword.
Techno: That's why I carry two swords.
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Tommy: What if the 'g' in 'gif' is silent?
Wilbur: Go the fuck to sleep
Tommy: What gif I don't want to?
Wilbur: Fuck you.
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Wilbur: Fuck my life, fuck this planet, fuck everything!
Techno, not looking up from his book: Mood.
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Store Worker: Would a Mr. Soot please come to the front desk?
Wilbur, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?
Store Worker, gesturing to Tommy and Tubbo: I believe they belong to you?
Tommy and Tubbo, simultaneously: We got lost.
Wilbur: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-