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Opium and too much cheerfulness...
Sarah Miles: I guess we all have our eccentricies.
Watzer: You shouldn't make those kinds of assumptions.
Sarah Miles: Yeah, you're right. I should not make those kinds of assumptions.
Watzer: Does this have anything to do with opiums?
Sarah Miles: Do you wish it didn't?
Watzer: No. I wish I had a chocolate cookie.
Sarah Miles: Smile. God loves you.
Watzer: I never learned to smile.
Sarah Miles: Heh, perhaps you should... party pooper.
Watzer: Hmph. Maybe you should mind your own business. I never asked for advice.
WARNING: MILD ADULT CONTENT
<0> Centon 123: Would you like to stick around and talk to me while I polish my ray gun?
Trowa: It's not the gun, but the marksmanship that matters. Heero is sleeping with Duo.
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Yes, talk about gossip
Desti: I would have last night had I not been in an ecstatic psychedelic mushrooms trance.
Azureon: I always attend Bildgesmythe's dinner party on Thursday
Desti: Have you seen Bildgesmythe recently? I think he would like this kind I found.
Desti: I would have last night had I not been in an ecstatic psychedelic mushrooms trance.
Azureon: I always attend Bildgesmythe's dinner party on Thursday
Desti: Have you seen Bildgesmythe recently? I think he would like this kind I found.
Fizzy Schizoid: When would you like me to do that?
Anji: That's a heck of a question to ask a time traveller!
Fizzy Schizoid: Time is very confusing. Everyone around here seems to think it moves linearly, but I'm convinced that it is at least quadratic.
Anji: The next time you volunteer me for an undercover, counter-terrorism mission can you make sure it isn't happening several hundred metres below sea level?
Fizzy Schizoid: With tentacles like mine, that should be very easy.
Anji: You can't rule the world in hiding. You've got to come out on the balcony some time and wave a tentacle, if you'll pardon the expression.
Fizzy Schizoid: The bad thing about tentacles is they can get caught in the blender.
Anji: Yep, pretty bloody lousy.
Anji: That's a heck of a question to ask a time traveller!
Fizzy Schizoid: Time is very confusing. Everyone around here seems to think it moves linearly, but I'm convinced that it is at least quadratic.
Anji: The next time you volunteer me for an undercover, counter-terrorism mission can you make sure it isn't happening several hundred metres below sea level?
Fizzy Schizoid: With tentacles like mine, that should be very easy.
Anji: You can't rule the world in hiding. You've got to come out on the balcony some time and wave a tentacle, if you'll pardon the expression.
Fizzy Schizoid: The bad thing about tentacles is they can get caught in the blender.
Anji: Yep, pretty bloody lousy.
Not I: Eternity is now.
Juni: Now? You mean like right now?
Not I: He who sees what is now has seen all things.
Juni: A crayfish
Not I: There is no crayfish.
Juni: Please?
Juni: Now? You mean like right now?
Not I: He who sees what is now has seen all things.
Juni: A crayfish
Not I: There is no crayfish.
Juni: Please?
*Bizarre!*
Just Twinkle: No, Rainstorm will never touch your macaroons again!
Liddora: I have another macaroons in my underwear.
Just Twinkle: Whats in your sandwiches?
Just Twinkle: No, Rainstorm will never touch your macaroons again!
Liddora: I have another macaroons in my underwear.
Just Twinkle: Whats in your sandwiches?
Sarah Miles: I guess we all have our eccentricies.
Watzer: You shouldn't make those kinds of assumptions.
Sarah Miles: Yeah, you're right. I should not make those kinds of assumptions.
Watzer: Does this have anything to do with opiums?
Sarah Miles: Do you wish it didn't?
Watzer: No. I wish I had a chocolate cookie.
Sarah Miles: Smile. God loves you.
Watzer: I never learned to smile.
Sarah Miles: Heh, perhaps you should... party pooper.
Watzer: Hmph. Maybe you should mind your own business. I never asked for advice.
Centon 123: *Pulls out gun and stares at it admiredly*
Justina: What do you think?
Centon 123: This baby has zoom functions, disintegration properties, and a soda machine built into the stock.
Justina: Say something, please! 'Yes' would be best.
Centon 123: No. I might wear out my batteries.
Justina: What do you think?
Centon 123: This baby has zoom functions, disintegration properties, and a soda machine built into the stock.
Justina: Say something, please! 'Yes' would be best.
Centon 123: No. I might wear out my batteries.
Not I: God be in my thinking.
Mathieu Lavande: What do you have thinking for?
Not I: I left mentation at the river. Do you still carry mentation?
Mathieu Lavande: No, I stopped a while ago.
Mathieu Lavande: What do you have thinking for?
Not I: I left mentation at the river. Do you still carry mentation?
Mathieu Lavande: No, I stopped a while ago.
<0> Centon 123: Would you like to stick around and talk to me while I polish my ray gun?
Trowa: It's not the gun, but the marksmanship that matters. Heero is sleeping with Duo.
Berkay: How old are you?
Flinch: 18. Didn't you know that?
Berkay: I didn't know that.
Flinch: Neither did I, until Frenger told me. I sure hope she wasn't lying.
Berkay: Are you in love with me?
Flinch: Oh, you mean.. It's not love, Berkay, it's leukemia.
Flinch: 18. Didn't you know that?
Berkay: I didn't know that.
Flinch: Neither did I, until Frenger told me. I sure hope she wasn't lying.
Berkay: Are you in love with me?
Flinch: Oh, you mean.. It's not love, Berkay, it's leukemia.
Bianca: *opens the door and sees you at the doorstep* Who are you?
Lyric: I am a poor and a wretched boy.
Bianca: What are you doing at my castle?
Lyric: Now roaming through this darkness I'm alive but I'm alone.
Bianca: I don't like that darkness. Could you explain that?
Lyric: Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.
Lyric: I would crawl through the dementia in your head if you'd show me the way.
Bianca: If you open up your mind, a poor and a wretched boy, you will see that there are an infinite number of ways.
Lyric: If you could step into my head, tell me, would you still know me?
Bianca: I'm sorry, but you should ask someone else. Do you like my living room, Lyric?
Lyric: Yes! I can't get you out of this head I call mine.
Bianca: That's a ghastly head.
Lyric: Whats your name?
Bianca: You wish your name could be this charismatic.
Lyric: Some say that trouble is my middle name.
Bianca: I think you need a new middle name.
Lyric: I am a poor and a wretched boy.
Bianca: What are you doing at my castle?
Lyric: Now roaming through this darkness I'm alive but I'm alone.
Bianca: I don't like that darkness. Could you explain that?
Lyric: Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.
Lyric: I would crawl through the dementia in your head if you'd show me the way.
Bianca: If you open up your mind, a poor and a wretched boy, you will see that there are an infinite number of ways.
Lyric: If you could step into my head, tell me, would you still know me?
Bianca: I'm sorry, but you should ask someone else. Do you like my living room, Lyric?
Lyric: Yes! I can't get you out of this head I call mine.
Bianca: That's a ghastly head.
Lyric: Whats your name?
Bianca: You wish your name could be this charismatic.
Lyric: Some say that trouble is my middle name.
Bianca: I think you need a new middle name.
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