*Yazmmy peacefully making books*
*Sound effects of door breaking*
Mushy: OH YAZMMY!
Yazmmy: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH-
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A new writer coming through- *Gets hit by a train*
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*Mushy who just entered her room*
Yazmmy: *Holding a gun* Heh :3
Mushy: That's a child with a gun...
Mushy: CHILD WITH A GUN-
Mushy: I'm calling the writers, no I'm not...
Mushy: It's a child with a gun
Mushy: *Eating mushrooms* comfort eating
Mushy: Aww, it's a child with a gun!
Mushy: *Punching the air* CHILD....WITH....GUN
Mushy: Who sent you? Was it Wattpad or Alan himself? I'm shocked and traumatized
Mushy: GEEETT OUTT
Yazmmy: Gurl u traumatize me
Mushy: Oop-
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Mushy: I wish I had committed suicide...
Cookie, Banano, and Yazmmy: But ya didn't!
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Ava: You have your weirdly sincere humility.
Mushy: I prefer the term "self-loathing".
(I'm a loaf)
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Wolfy: This is a judgment-free zone.
*Pulls out a knife the size of their forearm*
Wolfy: And I mean it.
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Yazmmy: What starts with F and ends with Uck?
Ava: No it doesn't.
Wolfy: Firetruck!
Rainbow: FUCK!
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Yazmmy: How many children do you have?
Mushy: Biologically, legally, or emotionally? Because there is a difference.
(Yes)
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Cheesy: Hey, are you okay?
Rainbow: Yeah.
Cheesy: You don't look okay...
Rainbow: Then stop looking.
(I'm blind)
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Reddie: Mushy...
Mushy: Oh no, 'Mushy' in B flat.
Mushy: You're disappointed.
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*Reddie is speaking on the phone*
Reddie: Yeah, I'm with Mushy.
Mushy: Im fucking dying-
Reddie: Yep, they're okay.
Mushy: I have a knife in my chest!
Reddie: No, they can't talk right now. They're sleeping, sorry.
Mushy: IM BLEEDING OUT-
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