Imagin a world where everyone except you seems to be obsessed with stamps and you have no idea why. That’s what it feels like at times.
Gene: Ace, I have no idea how you turned into a tiny version of yourself, or where you got that cloak, but get lost!
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I suspect the boss at the asexual agenda office is still mad about that time I ate their cake.
Bunny: I’ve tried it before and I just don’t like the taste, also could I get another glass of water?
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I’m so fired.




