"So you lied to me. Now not only are you trying to pretend that you know everything, you're pretending that you can fuck up your own rules and get away with it. Well done dipshit."
Mall: "I never said not drinking Mezcal would break the universe, but fighting there without being drunk on Mezcal is like watching Plan 9 From Outer Space for the acting."
A squad of Ryans in imperial guardsmen armour holding lasrifles walk up to Paddy and Zombie,
the lead one says "What the hell are you two fighting about this time?"
"You know what? Fuck you. I'm sick of this shit. What is your fucking obsession with drugs! I don't care if you eat some pills in your own time, I couldn't care less in fact. But you think they give you the knowledge of everything! You think they make you great. Well fuck that shit!" I grab Paddy's bag, and burn it.
"Yo Tox, can you control what we can find in the mall? Like drugs? Plus, why would drugs be in a mall!?" I see the rifle.
"Piece of shit isn't it?" I grab the fake gun and smash it against a wall.
"Wait, I got this. Gamzee, get the FUCK out here!" "wHaT's Up ************?"
"Wait...you're not laughing?" "nOpE. wHaT iS tHe MoThErFuCkInG pRoBlEm?"
"Er...nothing."
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