toasterphrog

S: You didn't pick up.

F: Right.

S: It went to voicemail.

F: Yeah.

S: And then I...

F: It's too late, what's done it's done.

S: No

F: There's nothing I can do Lee. I'm not real, none of this is.

S: So what do I do now?

F: Stanley it doesn't matter.

S: Well, if it doesn't matter, can I stay in the phone with you at least?

F: Okay.

S: How was your day?

F: Good.

S: Yeah?

F: Yeah.

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I finally finished this!!! (I've been working on this for a few days now, and it's great to be finally done.)

I had to cut some dialogue images because of the 10 photo limit, so that's why it stops making sense at some point if you're not looking at the whole post. (I'll post the whole pages later.)

Fiddleford: yeeppp me and my boy tryin to construct a kinda ghost hunting machine, turns out theres a lot more ghosts in that there establishment then just the one

Pacifica: yeah about that... could i probably maybe, like HELP with that

Fiddleford: WHY OF COURSE LIL LADY!

Pacifica: ok ok not so loud

Fiddleford: a helpin hand is always appreciated

Pasifica's thought bubble: omg i did it, the "good deeds thing" dipper and mabel told me to do omg im doing it- man i might regret this-

Fiddleford: now did ford say yes or no to bringing kids along with creating deadly machines...? must've slipped my mind

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stan: just- calm down. we can try and figure something out

fiddleford: AAA you even LOOK like him I CAN'T