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“Looks a bit... Sad.”

“It’s an orange meringue pie. With really bad oranges.”

“Nothing says the holidays like ambiguous meat.”

“Now that’s just vulgar.”

“This tastes like if Christmas gave up.”

“I wonder what demon we’ll summon today!”

“Is life insurance expensive?”

“It’s like a morgue.”

“I need a hug.”

“You know what that’s called? Criminal intent.”

“So far, so good!”

“I’m gonna start needing blood pressure medication.”

“Eggnog is already one of my favorite things, but homemade is supposedly ten times better.”

“Sorry, my cauldron is in the dishwasher.”

“We’re scalding, not boiling.”

“This has ruined all other eggnog.”

“America, you’ve done it again!”

“This stuff’s stronger than my desire to drop out of college.”

“Now, I’ve never made a fruitcake, but if you’re anything like me... You are one.”

“I feel like I’m exhuming a body.”

“This is sacrilegious.”

“This is for people who hate baking.”

“It’s an unenthusiastic cobbler.”

“I mean yeah, it’s alright, but it’s all wrong.”

“A cake should be an occasion, not a disfigured dump on a plate.”

“I really just JFK’d this cake.”

“We seem to be baking guacamole.”

“Look at how good it looks!”

“I’m so confused.”

“Now this has to be the simplest pie recipe I’ve seen during my time on this earth.”

“Welcome to the real world.”

“I’m going to eat all of these.”

“This was the economical way to feed your family, during a time when people were pinching pennies until Lincoln wept.”

“Ah yes. Brings back memories.”

“Is it bland? Yes. Is it bad? No.”

“I can’t think of anything better for Valentine’s day than a good old fashioned cream pie.”

“I’m single, so I’m used to it.”

“Tastes like a wet blanket.”

“We want the bread to rise, not generate thrust.”

“It smells divine.”

“This is stellar!”

“Don’t ask.”

“It’s gonna be one of those days, huh?”

“If this red flag was any bigger, it would be a blanket.”

“Are there worse things than this? Doubt it.”

“Jokes aside, I’m quite disturbed by this.”

“I think I’m becoming jaded.”

“Well, that was utterly horrendous.”

“I’m scared of a lot of things, including the IRS, clowns, and English majors.” 

“Really starting off on the wrong foot... Or, more like the wrong limb.”

“What part of Italy are you from? Kentucky?”

“How to get an entire country to hate you, step one; this.”

“What is wrong with you!?”

“Some things are naturally impossible, like perpetual motion and happy AT&T customers.”

“Let’s hope this doesn’t kill my blender.”

“It’s a very important day. Do you know what day it is?”

“My nose is redder than Rudolph’s, my hands are drier than my dating life, I have an eighteen pound flightless bird in my sink, and my fridge is filled with more calories than a small 7-eleven. ”

He always lose control before, it just gotten worst when things corrupted.

“Jeez, does everything on Earth center around ‘attractiveness’? Can’t I just want to get to know people because I admire them or because I want to understand them? I’d like to get to know Lena Luthor, thank her for existing, really. You really start to appreciate scientific minds when one of them prevents you from dying. Maybe Charles Xavier as well. I would love to sit down and talk to him about if he believes Mutants have developed their own subculture due to public distrust over the years.”

“This recipe is making me cry, not the onions.”

“Already smells like death.”

“Really, [name]?”

“Make sure to chop it up all fine and disgusting.”

“Are we sure this recipe wasn’t written by a cat?”

“How did we get to this?”

“I do this for you.”

“This is not food, this is a war crime.”

“Buy me dinner first.”

“That was distasteful.”

“It looks like a failed grave robbery.”

“Smells like botulism.”

“It’s 10pm and I’m boiling prunes in my kitchen.”

“Walnuts ain’t gonna save this recipe, sweetie.”

“How does one know when a laxative is done cooking?”

“It’s not bad, it just vaguely tastes like a felony.”

“How am I supposed to know how big your teacups are??”

“Why do dead people like dates so much?”

“Pretty sure this is how diesel is made.”

“Easy does it. Wouldn’t want to ruin a disaster.”

“Here goes nothing!”

“This is the only cake that looks burnt BEFORE you bake it.”

“Tastes like a boot.”

“The slogan for this cookbook is ‘it’s digestible!’.”

“Remember kids, the main ingredient in pie pastry is self-doubt.”

“Here come the tears. Like my mom after a glass of wine.”

“It’s like if a beef wellington got sad.”

“This feels familiar.”

“I didn’t know tuberculosis had a color scheme.”

“I won’t lie, it smells good!”

“Tastes good, but it feels like a pre-existing condition.”

“This is a misdemeanor.”

“I think I’ve summoned something.”

“Smells deceased.”

“Can you bake a pie with only four ingredients? Yes! I could also eat my mattress.”

“I’m sorry, but we have to let you go.”

“What if I told you I hate pie?”

“I’m not THAT desperate.”

“Are you still here? Dammit.”

“Was this written for a fish?”

“Is this a joke?”

“I think this qualifies as a pre-existing condition.”

“This is not legal!”

“It finished a bit early. Like my ex.”

“Tastes like lint. Soggy lint.”

“No man this Valentine’s day? No problem!”

“I don’t know if I need a knife and fork or if I need to tie my hair back.”

“Do I call the police or a priest?”

“What goes well with I.B.S?”

“You’re a piece of work.”

“Tastes like a shower drain. Or a bunion.”

“Careful not to overmix.”

“Sorry, I’m just trying to kill it.”

“This is why we don’t perform lobotomies anymore.”

“Did I mention this was a cake?”

“Can we at least have coffee first?”

“I bet this recipe is just all the wrong answers on a baking test.”

“Not bad, dead people.”

“It’s incredible! And I’m mad about it!”

“Sir, your phone number is four digits.”

“Wakey wakey, time for school!”

“Don’t come back.”

“It’s a little late in the century for war crimes.”

“I’ve never been particularly religious, but today might be the day.”

“I feel like if I do this correctly, I’m gonna invoke the spirit of Richard Nixon.”

“This isn’t food, this is a bioweapon.”

“This tastes like an IHOP kitchen floor.”

“It’s uncomfortably appetizing.”

“Smells like a Palm Springs retirement home.”

Cy usually does home chores, even if he doesn’t need to since there are maids. (Habit of his), but knowing he would get bothered by Ruler Fizz himself to do something with him. Lol

Probably family picnic if possible.

With Chicot, usually they both would take naps. Usually though be outside, let Chicot see the garden.

Each of the Fizz group were made to do ones bidding, like an mindless creation doing what one says, due two of them being a failure of doing so, only two were successful. KC and Cy were the two that were contained as “Virus” or “Glitched”

Yet both programming weren’t completed, why they would give someone a hard time.

One created the robo’s in this au is Fizzarolli himself. Clown killer, but also became an crazy inventor. He joined Mammon’s side of the welp belief over what Killers should be. His mind set has not changed, nor an relationship with Blitzz.

“Yes, I know it’s hot, you git. It’s an OVEN!”

“Mm. Granny’s favorite; soggy crackers.”

“Try not to die.”

“How long does sadness take to cook?”

“That is surprisingly good.”

“I used to like mason jars. Then came gentrification.”

“It tastes like sunscreen.”

“When I think of zucchini, I think of good barbeques, summer salads... Men.”

“I hate zucchini. It doesn’t taste bad, it just makes me feel insufficient.”

“Cease and desist!”

“I don’t make the rules!”

“I’m guessing the flavor profile is going to be cholesterol.”

“Some dishes aren’t amazing, but they are innately comforting.”

“I promise I’m not making this up!”

“Just another day in America.”

“At least it’s hot garbage.”

“It’s a demon quiche!”

“Let’s not make assumptions.”

“Can I start making assumptions now?”

“Um, do you know what a SALAD is? Because whatever you think, it’s wrong.”

“You know what stings more than a knife, [name]? Rejection.”

“No veggies allowed!”

“Thank you for your service.”

“This is revolting.”

“Margarine is like butter, but terrible.”

“It looks like it’s listening to me.”

“Easy there, Shakespeare.”

“I have no idea what’s going on.”

“No spices for you!”

“Whatever I was expecting, it wasn’t this.”

“There’s no jell-o in here, just the dark arts.”

“Sweet and salty things aren’t anything new. You have classics like PB&J, Chicken and waffles, fake friends, your in-laws...”

“Look who’s fallen from grace. Shame.”

“What’re we making, glue??”

“This is blowing my mind.”

“This tastes amazing!”

“Whatever happened to respect your elders?”

“You don’t measure this is calories, you measure this in years taken off of your life expectancy.” 

“YOU need to chill!”

“Is it good? No. Is it bad? No. It’s SUGAR.”

“It’s known that in America, they’ll deep-fry anything that isn’t bolted to the Earth. Including zucchinis, hot dogs, and several species of large bird.”

“This looks incredible.”

“Whoopsie, they’re gone.”

“My man looks like he does taxes for fun.”

“Roughage is what dead people call ‘fiber’.”

“This is enough fiber to incapacitate one medium child.”

“You sure this wasn’t meant for a bird?”

“Of course it’s the prunes. What else would it be?”

“This is either gonna plug you up or bring the morning thunder.”

“Have you no mercy?”

“This is culinary terrorism.”

“Tastes like a bookshelf. Books included!”

“Normally if you’re looking for a mouthful of wood, you go to a sawmill. Or tinder.”

“It’s not bad, it’s... Eclectic.”

“Nothing quite says Autumn like an apple. Except maybe pumpkin or seasonal depression.”

“In the interest of civil defense, we look to raisins to substitute our sugar.”

“You want me to boil raisins?”

“It ain’t easy being a patriot.”

“Looks like barbeque sauce. Smells like death.”

“Full disclosure, I picked this recipe because it looked good.”

“I don’t always like destroying my taste buds, y’know!”

“It’s not November yet, so we’re cleared for some optional nuts.”

“Talk about stretching a dollar...”

“These kind of look like graham crackers... If graham crackers were made out of drywall.”

“These will last longer than even the most talented of men.”

“I could never be a millionaire. I’d end up buying like 3,000 pop tarts.”

“Uniformity is of utmost importance.”

“That hit my stomach like a bowling ball.”

“The dominant flavor is saturated fat.”