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crowley: your majesty, there’s only so much i can do about redmont.
duncan: you said you knew what their plans were.
crowley: i know what their plans are just fine. halt’s are chaos, but with structure, and gilan’s are chaos, but with… more chaos.
duncan:
crowley: you really ought to listen to how i phrase things.
a series of incorrect quotes based on personal interactions:
tennyson: don’t listen to anything this man says. half of what comes out of his mouth is lies!
halt: no
halt: more than half, i’d say
duncan: when halt began teaching crowley hibernian, i was convinced the two of them would use it to talk about me behind my back
*muffled hibernian bickering in the background*
duncan: as it turns out, they mostly use it to antagonize each other without my interference
halt: do we have to go to this funeral? i don’t even know this man!
pauline: he’s dead, if that helps, so you aren’t likely to meet him!
halt: it doesn’t help
will’s fortune cookie: your persistance will soon pay off
will:
will: I WANT A DOG I WANT A DOG I WANT A DOG I WANT A DOG I
crowley: i don’t see how anyone can drink their coffee with honey. it’s disgraceful
halt, behind him, pouring a copious amount of honey into his coffee: oh, yes — truly unthinkable
crowley: *writes “project” on a chalkboard* alright you motley lot, what should we name this project?
berrigan: operation oakleaf
farell: project coffee-beans
halt: mission ‘see-that-morgarath-never-shows-his—sorry-backside-outside-of-gorlan-again’
crowley:
crowley: *underlines “project”* we’ll think on it
will: *carefully places the final card on top of his card tower and sits back proudly*
pre-character development horace: *turns on fan*