---- [Proof god is dead] ----

T: Oh, so many... so many problems.
J: No, I uh, I want to thank, I want to thank The Team for granting me asylum–
K: Mhm.
J: I have looked long and hard and finally I have found a new place to make a home.
K: Now not a lot of people know this, but Jason is the ghost of a Victorian era Magistrate girl
T: Right, which is –
J: No, I am a hacker, and I possess many secrets.
T: Now, can I ask, is this actually you talking to us or is this some sort of artificial intelligence subroutine that you have programmed to make comedy jokes.
J: This, I have not finished my relocation, this is my asylum hologram. I will be joining you soon in asylum.
K: Mhm.
T: Can you, can you tell us where you physical presence: your body, your form, your ectoplasm; where are you, where is it at right now?
J: Absolutely not
T: K
J: I cannot grant you that. I do appreciate the superhero asylum, but I unfortunately cannot divulge the specific Denny's that I am hiding under a table at.
K: Mhm.
J: Note that it is a Denny's, I am under a table.. there's room for my secrets, and me, and a Grand Slam.
T: Now, are you –
K: You say there's room for your Sucrets?
T: Are you um –
J: No, my 'secrets'.
T: Can you even get the kind of, high, high bandwidth internet access that you need to project a Redhood hologram for --
J: I have ethernet, yes.
T: Okay
J: It's plugged in from the table. It's complimentary with every Grand Slam. They also have given me a bib.
T: I have never been offered either of those things at a Denny's.
J: Well, you've never revealed Uncle Sam's secrets, have you?
T: Oh yeah, they are not big fans of PRISM at Denny's, 'cause they have, they've got some shit, that they.. you can't work at Denny's unless you've got some shit in the closet.
J: They are all, Denny's is run by Libertari.. like really hardcore Libertarians.
T: Sure, of course
J: They want all the secrets out, and The Hood has them all.
T: That was, uh, I believe it was Dennis Cromwell who, the found of Denny's, who just hated Uncle Sam's, just, watching over him. Watching over his secret, his buried gold..
J: Now The Hood has the secrets...
K: And that is how he earned the title "Dennis the Annoyance"
T: Mhm.
K: And now we feel like they really missed an opportunity there, but they're pretty set in stone on that name
J: I want to thank you gentlemen again..
K: You want to shank us?!
T: Jesus Christ, no
K: Excuse me?
J: I'm sorry, I did not mean, I meant of course to, to, sh-sh-sh-sh-th-th-thank you. I'm sorry.
K: Are you...
T: Do you have a lisp or an aphasia because you keep, you keep dropping "sh"s on things that aren't s's.
J: I'd love to tell you that but unfortunately it's one of my secrets.
T: Okay.
K: Mhm.
J: Once I'm there I'll give them all, I'll divulge them.
T: Okay. Well thank you, I can't wait to – I wish Jason was – I'll be honest, Hood, I wish Jason was here and not you. Just because, like –
J: Well, that's fine. Listen, he's here at the Denny's with me under a table. I'll pass him the microphone.
T: How big is this table? That can fit –
J: And stare at him... it's one of my secrets.
T: Okay.
J: And I'll stare at him as he records the comedy that you do. Your hero-ing.
T: That's going to be very distracting for him.
J: This is my home, I feel like I should become acclimated with your ways
K: Mhm.
R: What the fuck are you guys talking about

----

W: You can't kill God
D: God will take one look at me and kill himself

----

J: Psst. Hey. Fucker. *Kisses you* idiot.
T: hey sweetheart!! hey dear!! *fucking decks you in the face* angel :)

----

T: I'm not SAYING that light didnt do enough with the death note I'm SAYING that if I had the death note there would be no top 1%

----

K: I'm about to expose the men. Whenever you ask a man's height, he'll add an inch. So if he's 6 foot, he'll say he's 6'1 and if he's 6'2, he'll say he's 6'3.
K: Not me though. I subtract 4. I say I'm 5'9. Especially when there's other men in the room. And then I just watch them panic. Not only have you exposed his lie, but now he thinks he's 5'3.
K: What I do is not a crime, but it should be.

----

T: I live in constant fear that someone will kidnap my boyfriend Jason who lives at 822 58th st, apartment 2, on the 4th floor, keeps the door unlocked, cant miss it

----

T: "Astrology isn't real" literally nothing is real ur name is gibberish but u still answer to it bc u crave identity and structure u pathetic fucking featherless biped

----

T: When life closes a door, open it again. It's a door. That's how they work.

----

J: We live in a disgusting dystopian society where swordsmanship isn't a respected collège major

----

K: I believe in myself supremacy

----

C: I overthink... therefore... I overam

----

W: Literacy is a prison. One you learn to read, you can't stop doing it. If you see words, your going to read them. I hate this. Oppressive.

----

B: Why do you guys like the rain so much
W: I like splashing around in puddles
R: I'm trying to get struck by lightening

----

D: If I see one more motherfucker in this country not respecting trans people their pronouns are gonna be was/were

----

B: Do you ever have That class
B: That one fucking class
B: That just depresses you because oh god you hate it so much
K: The Bourgeoisie

----