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More MurderMedia doodles in magma because im obsessed with their human designs and the dynamic of them being murderous husbands together.

Now its a samwitch

Charlie: *concerned* Are you okay, Al? You seem to be getting increasingly... tense, lately? Alastor: *scoffing* Oh, pshaw! I’m a very laid-back person, Charlie. I only care about two things– Every person in Hell’s opinion of me and the crushing psychological weight of one’s existence. Charlie: *even more concerned* Maybe Vaggi was right about hiring a new therapist-

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Angel: *during Circle Time* Name one rapper you hate; personally, I can’t stand Kanye West. Alastor: Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups! Angel: Huh? Alastor: Beat those wrappers! Always ripping the bottoms off the chocolate…

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Charlie: Can you, for once, take things seriously? Alastor: Ha ha! My dear, if I don’t turn it into a joke it will destroy me! Charlie: …is this a cry for help?

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Alastor: So, at Circle Time today, I decided to tell a story about my childhood that I thought was really funny but instead everyone got super quiet, and Vaggi even said, “I’m so sorry.”

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Charlie: *decided to hold an ethics and philosophy group discussion and is already regretting it* Lucifer: *breathing fire at Sans* I DID NOT GET BANISHED TO HELL FOR ALL ETERNITY TO BE TOLD THAT "FREE WILL DOES NOT EXIST!" Charlie: *trying to getting him to sit back down* Of course, free will exists! We make choices every day! Alastor: That’s what you think~☆ Lucifer: *scoffs* Oh really? This should be good... Alastor: *staring into the Player's eyes* In truth, all of our choices are predetermined by beings beyond our comprehension and if you were to see them you would see that we do not even cast a reflection upon their eye. We are nothing. We are but the afterthoughts of Gods. And free will is a lie created to hide this horrible truth. *ten seconds of silence* Angel Dust: *grabs Husk by the bowtie and kisses him on the mouth before punching the air* FREE WILL! WOOOO!

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Burgerpants: *chasing Alastor out of the MTT-Brand Burger Emporium* Kid, if you do not return those MTT-Brand paper towels right now, I am calling the Royal Guard!

Alastor: *grandly* I AM CALLING YOUR BLUFF! Tell them you were bested by a child! All is fair in money and politics!