#mersmpkrit

Orion: Man, they look like a real handful. How do you deal with them? Theo, watching Krit screaming, Faye trying to set a sleeping Nel on fire, and Moki choking on air: I don't know either.

Krit has a robot arm from portal sherb and I'm so normal because of it

Theo: How do you want your coffee? Krit: Black, like my soul. Theo: Theo: Krit, your soul is a latte.

Faye: We have a problem. Orion: Let me guess, you caused it? Moki: Gimme a sec, I'm not drunk enough to listen to this yet. Theo: And it's another Tuesday, your point? Nel: Would shooting you solve this problem? No? Then shut up. Krit: If you're mean the fire, that's our solution to last week's problem.

*The Squad is playing Chess* Micah: *easily beats everyone because they know how to play* Nel: *doesn’t know the rules, but wins anyway* Faye: *doesn’t know the rules, and loses* Moki: *knows the rules, but still loses to those who don’t* Theo: Actually, you can’t do that, because I said so. Krit: They named a board game after cheese?

Krit: The floor is lava! Faye: *helps Theo onto the counter* Micah: *kicks Nel off the sofa* Orion: *lays on the floor* Krit: ...Are you okay? Orion: No.

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker* Theo: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know. Everyone: Krit: ...I did. I broke it. Theo: No. No you didn't. Moki? Moki: Don't look at me. Look at Faye. Faye: What?! I didn't break it. Moki: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken? Faye: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken. Moki: Suspicious. Faye: No, it's not! Micah: If it matters, probably not, but Orion was the last one to use it. Orion: Liar! I don't even drink that crap! Micah: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? Orion: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Micah! Krit: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Theo. Theo: No! Who broke it!? Everyone: Micah: Theo... Moki's been awfully quiet. Moki: rEALLY?! *Everyone starts arguing* Theo, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. Theo: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Theo: Theo: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.