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"You're good. Everything's good with you around, you know what I mean? Things are good. Things are... things are good."

THE WAY I FUCKING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

NOBODY WILL EVER FUCKING KNOW HOW MUCH BADABOOM MEANS TO ME. NOBODY WILL EVER KNOW. EVER. I LOVE THIS MAN MORE THAN I LOVE ANYTHING ELSE. HES THE MOST PRECIOUS THING TO ME. I. LOVE. BADABOOM.

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I KNOW TEACH WAS JUST STOOD THERE WATCHING IN AWE WHEN BOOM WAS SPEAKING SPANISH AT THE END, THEY ARE SO PROUD I LOVE THEM

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bit of a scratchy comic but its cause i sketched lol

i NEED cairo to get more mean to serius i need his rage to activate hes either peaceful king who has no enemies 100000 or he just lets serius walk all over him and i cant stand the second option (joke)

anyway serius get woke NOW i will NOT let you get away with basically just hitting cairo with “oh youre one of the good ones” I WILL KILL YOU WHITE BOY

also script below:

“It’s my duty as a Champion to protect all of the King’s—“

“Oh shut up.”

Silence. Winter birds fly off. An arctic bee crawls from its hive.

“Squire-“

“No. No, you don’t get to take that tone. You don’t get to fucking interrupt me this time. I am sick and tired of hearing your high and mighty, holier-than-thou bullshit.”

“‘Protect the King’s people’ means nothing. It’s just a comforting string of words. And you know what? Tell that to whoever the fuck you want, but don’t tell it to me.”

“Where was that protection when I couldn’t walk through markets? Where was it when my life was deemed expendable? Where was it when I was branded?”

“It was right next door. It lived near me the entire time. It protected the nobles’ sons when they’d run into trouble. It protected the merchants when they refused starving beggars.”

“And it protects you from my very existence.”

“I don’t get to have that. No bastard does. Nor do the women who carry us in their wombs. Because we aren’t born people, are we? You’re declared so by your benevolent King.”

“Or am I wrong?”

The arctic bee inspects the frozen corpse of a drone.

“…”