oh my god. oh my god guys i figured it out.
you know how c!dream was writing fanfiction in jail?
the dsmp finale is his fanfic.
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Tommy: OH MY GOD, SAM! SAM!
Dream: ˢʰʰ, ˢᵃᵐ'ˢ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ.
Tommy: ᴼʰ, ˢᵒʳʳʸ.
Dream: ᵂʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵘᵖˀ
Tommy: ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ᶠᶦʳᵉ.
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revivebur seems like the type of person to eat his cigarettes after smoking them for an adrenaline rush
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(all /rp)
how Tommy “no pronouns” innit would explain why Tommy has no pronouns:
Dream put them in the pit, exploded them and I never got them back
My house has been griefed so many times, you think I have time for pronouns??
Had to trade them to Dream along with the discs
Limbo took them
Well, you know how wars are...
Ah shit, I had them in my pocket just a moment ago! Can I offer you some sticks instead?
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( L’manberg following Eret to the final control room )
“Wait, there’s nothing in the chests?”
“—Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been called.—“
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Wilbur: Oh, I am a wicked man! The blood will never be washed from my hands! Leave me to the cold justice of death, father.
Philza, spoon feeding him oatmeal because he fell in the pond and caught cold: sure mate
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one must imagine everyone at the red banquet stabbing c!Sam julius caesar style
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