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[ KNOCK. KNOCK, MOTHERFUCKERS. Someone's pounding on your door. Might want to open it up. You wouldn't want to keep the FBI waiting, would you?
There are two "agents" at the door. Both in matching black suits with matching terribly colored, hideous ties. Both with badges in hand (Terezi's is upside down). One is covered in gray facepaint and has candy corn taped to her head. The other is Dean fucking Winchester.
And you, my friend, are suspected of a various assortment of crimes. ]
There are two "agents" at the door. Both in matching black suits with matching terribly colored, hideous ties. Both with badges in hand (Terezi's is upside down). One is covered in gray facepaint and has candy corn taped to her head. The other is Dean fucking Winchester.
And you, my friend, are suspected of a various assortment of crimes. ]
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...Are you serious?
[It's a little hard to tell from his tone if he's actually surprised or if he's caught on to the joke already. Feel free to continue trolling.]
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Now that we've got the pleasantries out of the way, I suggest you invite us into your hiveunit.
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This is serious business, man.]