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Scotland, kneeling on one knee: My Lord

England: Yes

Scotland: I’ve journeyed far to pledge my fealty to you. I have slain many a fowl beast

England, nods: Hm

Scotland: Many a geese—

England: Hm?

Scotland: Running through the fields of Sussex

England: Wh—

Scotland: The geese were absolutely out of control. Many fell to my blade. They have those long, slender necks, pretty easy to take out

England: Uh—

Scotland: I didn’t eat any of ‘em, I don’t like eating geese, it’s sort of gamey

England: Scot—

Scotland: But enough about that. I’m here and I will do whatever you want, I will KILL whoever you want, I will SLAY whatever geese may run a-fowl of you. Pun intended

England:

Scotland: But enough about that. What were you saying?

England: I didn’t say shit, man. I didn’t say shit. You keep saying enough about that, and frankly, Sir Scotland, I disagree that we’ve had enough about that. How many geese did you kill on the way to the castle?

Scotland, thinking: Uh, 60–

England: Holy—

Scotland: 70 thousand?

England, gobsmacked: Sev—[taking a moment to process]

Scotland: There are no more geese in these lands, for I have taken them all out in your name and I shot—

England: IN MY NAME?!

Scotland: “For England”, I said, “For England!” [mimics slashing his sword]

England: What the— [looks out his window] Oh bollacks, there’s an angry mob outside, you piece of shit

Wales, outside: It’s fucked up what he did!

England, yelling out the window: Wales!

Wales: Yeah?

England: I’m handling it!

Scotland, yelling out the window: You’re welcome!

Wales: Oh, there he is!

England: Bloody hell, Scotty!

Scotland, back to kneeling on one knee: But enough about that—

Sahadeva: Gentleman of the jury, you have seen over the past few days, states' prosecutor using loose speculative evidence and hearsay- placing my client at the scene of the crime of Keechak's death, and at the time of the murder. You are tasked to examine the evidence and determine beyond a reasonable doubt, whether my client is guilty. Is my client a perfect man? No-

Bheem: I killed him, yeah.

Nani: Nobody wants your experiments Jumba!

Fives, reading off the paper in his hands in complete and utter horror: hello… I’m… FIFTY?!

*everyone turns and looks at Lionel in shock*

Padmé: in one-?!

Rex: that CAN’T be right!

Lionel: there was a party that I went to-

Echo: WHAT-?!

Lionel: they had parties underneath Uhmandasee Market in the Underworld…

*everyone still staring at them*

Lionel: …I guess that’s the end of the sentence-

Echo: LET’S SAY every blowjob took a minute and a half!

Lionel: they weren’t ALL to completion-

Echo: THAT IS SEVENTY-FIVE MINUTES!

Padmé: such a round, even number - fifty?!

Lionel: so when you walk in, you- you chuck your clothes and they write your number on your arm, and then- and then… ANYWAY, you can see everybody’s number and you know how many people are in there.

Padmé: and you’re positive you blew all fifty??

Lionel: I’m positive. 😏

Cody, way too amused: OH, they’re positive! With a lot of things-

Rex: *giggling*

Anakin: did you have water?!? I mean, fuckin’-

Lionel: yeah, there was a snack bar!