Thread:IceTiger184/@comment-32167936-20180308053012/@comment-32167936-20180406004815

Peach: Someone will die...

Xavier: Of fun!

Peach: It’s against my moral compass.

Silverskies: Your moral compass is a ROULETTE WHEEL!

Caspian: *purposefully breaks something that belongs to Bengal*

Bengal: THIS IS ONE OF THE REASONS WHY MOM NEVER LOVED YOU

Bengal, to Peach: You can’t just give up! Is that what a butterfly would do?

Peach:

Peach: I suppose you’re right

Peach: When I was two my sister told me that old dragons sag because they’re being dragged to their graves and I cried

Caspian: Nothing in life is free.

Xavier: Love is free!

Silverskies: Adventure is free!

Marx: Knowledge is free.

Peach: Everything can be free as long as you don’t pay for it and just wait until the chloroform kicks in.

Peach: *takes a sip of tea as several thumps sound against the dinner table from everyone else*

Xavier: Peach says I have four days to live

Francois: Mon ami, are you sick?

Xavier: No she just really dislikes me-

Peach, waving her bonesaw: I WILL BRUTALLY MURDER YOU ON MONDAY

Peach: *shows Bengal a picture of a raccoon eating garbage* Please identify the animal in this picture.

Bengal: big mood

Peach, to a robot: Tase her again

Peach: What’s your blood type?

Bengal: How would I know?

Peach: How would you not?

Bengal: Who am I, Karl Landsteiner, discoverer of blood groups?

Peach: You don’t know your own blood type but you know who discovered them?

Opulence: I may be small, but I’m small and knowing.

Caspian: You’re not knowing what the top shelf looks like.

Opulence: *pulls gun out*

Peach, to Phoebe: I know our last encounter was handled amicably due to our shared interests, but if you so much as look or touch anything of mine with intent, I’ll perform what I like to call “Surprise Spinal Reconstruction”. Are we clear? ((Because I headcanon them to be Robot Buddies™️))

Xavier: Did you just refer to your scalpel as a “people-opener”?

Peach: Should I not have?

Peach: What am I allergic to?

Bengal: Seafood, and the whole Spectrum of Emotion, minus sarcastic, disgusted, and irritated.

Peach: Correct.

Xavier: *literally crashes through the ceiling in bat form onto Peach’s desk*

Xavier: ... Good morning, doctor.

Peach:

Peach: Morning.

Xavier:

Peach:

Xavier: That hurt.

Grif: You must light a salt candle at exactly 3:00 AM and maybe the spirit will leave-

Bengal: *comes into the room banging pots and pans together* GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU WISPY MOTHERF***ERS