Who in the staff do you all ship secretly? Do you have any crack ships that would never happen but are just funny?

Cub: I think the world would weep in devastation if Cleo and False ever confessed their love for one another.

False: Devastation?

Cub: For no man nor creature could truly withstand the power such a partnership would produce.

False: Oh, right...

False: Yeah, I can see that.

Cub: Unless the world was a Ren Faire. Then they would bask beneath your collective craftsmanship.

False: [nodding]

False: We'd truly be unstoppable.

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Joe: In another world, Cleo and Tango would be a thing, for sure.

Cleo: Pfft.

Cleo: Yeah, I'll keep that in mind if I'm ever in the market for an itty bitty little boyfriend.

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Bdubs: Me and Etho.

Cleo: Wow, nobody saw that coming.

Bdubs: YOU BE QUIET, CLEO.

Etho: No, no... I think he's on to something.

Bdubs: YEAH, CLEO.

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Impulse: Would it be weird if I said I kinda think Bdubs and Zed would be kinda cute?

Impulse: I mean, it is weird, I do know that.

Impulse: But I do think it's kinda cute the way they pester each other, ya know?

Tango: ... traitor.

Impulse: Oh, be quiet, you.

Tango: [Huffs]

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Wels: I ship myself and a paid redundancy.

Impulse: That's a good question, actually.

Cleo: I mean, without a doubt, it's X, right?

Impulse: Yeah, you're probably right.

Cleo: Although, Joe is a close second.

Impulse: And you joined because of Joe, right?

Cleo: Yep.

Impulse: Wait, does that mean you were here before X took over as manager?

Cleo: Just after, which means I just managed to avoid working under Doc's management.

Impulse: ...Lucky break?

Cleo: Oh, yeah. Based on what Joe's told me? Definitely.

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Joe: Oh, he wasn't that bad!

Joe: Cleo's just being dramatic.

Joe: She's probably talking about the time Doc fired a guy on the spot for constantly burning milk.

Joe: But in his defence, that wasn't the first thing the guy'd done. I mean, everybody burns milk occasionally, it's whatever, you know?

Joe: It was the burning milk on top of the LSD he was selling in the Bin Shed.

Xisuma: ...

Xisuma: Oh yeah, I remember that guy.

Xisuma: Nice chap, actually.

Xisuma: Thick as a post, though.

Tango: Whoa, what was that?

Impulse: What was what?

Tango: Didn't you just hear something?

Impulse: The steam wand just kicked out a bit... is that what you heard?

Tango: No, no. It was like... a voice. You didn't hear that?

Impulse: Mm, nope. Sorry, T.

Tango: I could've sworn...

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Grian: Uh...

Grian: Something red, I guess?

Impulse: Something... red?

Grian: Or black.

Impulse: Right, right, of course.

Impulse: Any idea on engine size? Four-wheel drive, two-wheel?

Grian: What? Well, obviously I want a car with four wheels, Impulse, what are you on about?

Impulse: No, no, of course. My bad.

Grian: Okay... Weirdo.

Tango: You people punish me.

Tango: Impulse!

Impulse: Yeah, yeah, I'm on it.

Tango: ...

Tango: Is this because I said it was the worst drink ever and now I'm being punished?

Impulse: What? It's not the worst drink ever... I think it's pretty delicious, actually.

Tango: No, yeah, it's a good drink if you're just drinking it. It's the making it that frickin' sucks.

Impulse: Ohhh... yeah, it is kind of annoying, I'll give you that.

Cleo: You know it's worse for Tango, though, don't you, Impulse?

Tango: No.

Tango: Be quiet.

Impulse: Why's that?

Cleo: Well, because X stores the oats so high that he's got to go on his little tippy toes to reach them.

Tango: I hate you.

Cleo: Pftttt–

Impulse: Aw, T, don't listen to them.

Tango: ...

Impulse: You're not that small.

Tango: ...

Cleo: Really, I don't know why you don't just borrow Bdubs' steppy stool.

Tango: I'm leaving.

Impulse: No, Tango~

Cleo: Bahahaha

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Tango: Oh, right, yeah. Favourite stuff.

Tango: Erm.

Tango: My favourite colours are probably red and orange.

Tango: And as for favourite animal...

Tango: Oh!

Tango: There's these little wild lizards back in the Blaze isles that are like super freaking fast and they live in the cracks of walls and rocks.

Tango: They're like, kind of an iridescent gold colour.

Tango: Me and my brothers used to try and catch them, but they were always way, way too fast for us.

Etho: Uh, sure thing, I'll pass on the message.

Etho: You know he's just crouched down behind the counter right now, though?

Etho: ...

Etho: I suspect I may be out of the loop on this one.

Mumbo: Me?

Mumbo: Are you sure you have the right guy?

Grian: They probably do.

Grian: You can be kind of cool. Sometimes.

Grian: In my opinion, anyway.

Mumbo: Oh, stop it you.

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Impulse: Do you feel like we're getting a lil close to danger here, or is it just me?

Skizz: Should we intervene?

Impulse: No, no, I'm sure it's fine... Just need to keep an eye out.

Impulse: I mean I'm happy they're friendly again, but... you know.

Impulse: I don't want to see Scar get hurt.