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Meeple: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful, and organized.
*Larry accidentally steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to his knees and sob while apologizing profusely*
Meeple: That one. I want that one.
R-T: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.
Lawrie: Wasn’t Larry with you?
Larry: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.
Larry: Is Meeple sleeping or dead?
Lawrie: Hopefully dead, I hated their guts.
R-T: Yeah, so did I.
Meeple: Ok first of all, fuck you-
Larry: *gently taps table*
Lawrie: *taps back*
Surge: What are they doing?
R-T: Morse code.
Larry: *aggressively taps table*
Lawrie: *slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-
Larry: Pearl, I’m sad.
Pearl: *holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay.
Larry: Meeple, I’m sad.
Meeple, nodding: Mood.
Larry: Do I even lift??? Yeah bro I lift. I lift your spirits up, how have you been, everything ok? I miss you, let’s grab lunch sometime.
Surge: We both look very handsome tonight.
Lou: You know, if you’d just said that I looked handsome, I would have said, “So do you.”
Surge: I couldn’t take that chance.
Larry: I have edge.
Lawrie: You really don’t. You are literally the most wide-eyed person I’ve ever seen. You have the face of a cartoon lamb.
Lou: Got any 3s?
Meeple: Roll for initiative, natural 20, critical hit.
Surge: Read ‘em and weep, full house!
Larry: Pikachu I choose you!
Lawrie: Hmm… *moves King to the end of the board* checkmate.
Pearl: Ok, do you guys even know what game we’re actually playing?
Everyone: …
*R-T puts down a draw 4*
Everyone: OH COME ON!
R-T: My brother Larry, who is a grown man, just whispered “Oh, this is going to be so efficient.” before spraying Febreze directly into the ceiling fan and proceeding to cough his guts out when it blew back in his face.