This shit ain't zits. Can taste where y' been walkin' 'round yesterday, too, an' if y' got like a papercut or some shit I can taste yer blood.
[Namur leans back and folds his arms, very serious.]
Glitter's definitely the culprit. When he turns int' a bird 'stead a givin' 'im a brain they jus' fill that space up with self- replicatin' sparkles an' anxiety.
An' I ain't said nothin' 'bout school, said he gets schoolie, 's a differnt thing entirely!
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[He runs his finger across his face.]
This shit ain't zits. Can taste where y' been walkin' 'round yesterday, too, an' if y' got like a papercut or some shit I can taste yer blood.
[Namur leans back and folds his arms, very serious.]
Glitter's definitely the culprit. When he turns int' a bird 'stead a givin' 'im a brain they jus' fill that space up with self- replicatin' sparkles an' anxiety.
An' I ain't said nothin' 'bout school, said he gets schoolie, 's a differnt thing entirely!