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Aodhàn : Look at my face.
Connor : Okay?
Aodhàn : No no, keep looking.
Connor : I am looking!!
Aodhàn : No you’re not. Look harder.
Connor : Is there a point to this?
Aodhàn : Yes. So look as hard as you can. Focus on every part of my face.
Connor : Alright! I am!!
Aodhàn : Now. Does it look like I give a fuck?
@Fiona Lynch : Am I in trouble?
@Darragh Lynch : Take a guess.
Fiona : No.
Darragh : Take another guess.
Glenn : I’ll have a firewisky, and a tea.
Fiona : Uncail Glenn, I’m 23.
Glenn : I can order my own tea.
@Diarmuid Ward : Guys I got a snake. What should I name him?
Fiona *remembering snake story* : I’m sorry, you got a what now?
Connor : William Snakespear!
@Maureen Ward : What is one thing I told you not to do?
Diarmuid : Burn the house down.
Maureen : And what did you do?
Diarmuid : Made you dinner.
Maureen :
Diarmuid :
Maureen :
Diarmuid : … and burnt the house down.
Fiona : Fight me!
Connor : Ha! Look at your size! What are you going to do, kick me in the ankle?
[Later]@Remy Lynch : Hum, why is Connor quivering on the ground and crying?
Maureen : Fiona kicked him very hard in the ankle.
Remy : Going to plan B?
@Carmichael Connaught : Technically, that would be Plan H.
Darragh : How many plans do we have? Is there like, plan Z?
Remy : Yeah, but Glenn dies in plan Z.
Carmichael : I like plan Z.
Fiona : Chillax!
Darragh : That’s not a word.
Fiona : Sometimes the ones who deny 'chillax' are the ones who need to chillax the most.
Diarmuid : Who the fuck.
Maureen : Language.
Diarmuid : Whom the fuck.
Maureen : No.
Diarmuid : *breaks through window while
@Atropos Sacramoni is sleeping*
Diarmuid : I have- stop screaming, it’s me- I have a death question.
Someone : *interrupts Fiona*
Fiona : Don’t interrupt me.
Diarmuid : *interrupts Fiona*
Fiona : Go ahead babe I’m listening.
Glenn : Can someone give me an example of things that are useless?
Carmichael : *raises his hand*
Glenn : Excellent. Any other examples?
Carmichael :
Carmichael : *can’t find Darragh or Remy in a crowd*
Carmichael : *sighs*
Glenn : Hang on I got this.
Glenn : *cups hands to make a megaphone* CARMICHAEL CONNAUGHT SUCKS!
Crowd : …
Remy : WHO DARE SAY SUCH AN-
Darragh : FIGHT ME!
Carmichael : Oh there they are.
Remy : Mike, I told you this was a 'costume party'.
Carmichael, in his normal clothes: I
am in a costume.
Remy : Really? Who are you supposed to be?
Carmichael : Your future husband.
Darragh : Why would you give a knife to Fiona?
Diarmuid : She felt unsafe.
Darragh : No
I feel unsafe!
Diarmuid : I’m sorry.
Diarmuid : … would you like a knife?
Remy : What do you call challenge the authority of the Triumvirate?
Glenn : A hobby.
Remy : ?
Glenn : That I do not engage in.
Remy : You guys are idiots, did you know that?
Darragh :
Mike :
Darragh : In our own defense, we actually did know that.
Connor : I like your pants.
Fiona : Thanks they were 50% off.
Connor : I’d like them 100% off.
Fiona : The store can’t just sell free stuff.
Connor : No that’s not what I-
Fiona : That’s a terrible way to run a business, Connor.
Glenn : So on a scale of 1 to 10, how much do you like me?
Maureen : Honey, we’re married.
Glenn : Still processing.
Remy : Whose turn is it to give the pep talk?
Darragh : *sighing* It’s Mike’s turn…
Carmichael : Fuck shite up out there but don’t die.
Aodhàn : Inspirational.
Carmichael : I could kill you if I wanted to.
Glenn : Yeah? So could another human being.
Carmichael :
Glenn : So could a dog.
Carmichael :
Glenn : So could a dedicated duck.
Carmichael :
Glenn : You aren’t special, Mike.
Maureen : Are they flirting?
Darragh : I think so.
Remy : We're not flirting, we're arguing!
Carmichael : We're flirting.