"Ryan, smoking crack does not detract from my status as a gentleman, as you can see I am not smoking it right now, in the presence of this young lady. And time and space manipulation is child's play here, just point out some knives and I'll kit them out for you."
"Yeah well maybe I should critiscise your stupid fortresses. And Diane, the multiverse is the G-Team's oyster, you have my word we will retrieve your knives."
"WELL EXCUUUUUSE ME, and you guys were the ones constantly attacking them, using magic to turn the walls to cardboard, etc., anyway lets stop weve got to deal with other things right now..."
"Here these people go again 'It was made by mah best fwiend! We need dat exact kind!' Dude, there are like millions of those damn things. Find one, kick Discord's ass and get yours back."
"You're in the mall! I'm Paddy, I use magic and drugs and swear a lot. That's Salt, he builds deadly stuff, and that's Zombie, he kills stuff with his weapons."
"The Mall, or as I like to refer to it, Ironic Purgatory. You can't die, only respawn. Unless they didn't make one for you. That's what happened to Xot after I beat the total shit out of hi-anyways."
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