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Steven: Good morning.
Marc: Good morning.
Layla: Good morning.
Y/N: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.
Jake: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS
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Steven: You’re a loose cannon, Marc.
Marc: No, I’m not. I’m a cannon maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me?
Layla: I think you play by your own rules.
Y/N: No way, he thinks rules were made to be broken.
Steven: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.
Marc: No, I’m just a reckless renegade. Jake is a loose cannon.
Jake: *smashes a chair*
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Steven: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?
Marc: Rude.
Layla: That’s fair.
Y/N: Again? Jake!
Jake: Are you going to want this back, Y/N?
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Steven: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.
Jake: I witnessed the dumb stuff.
Layla: I recorded the dumb stuff.
Y/N: I joined in on the dumb stuff.
Marc: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!
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Steven: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?
Marc: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies
Jake: Socks are Feetie Heaties
Y/N: Forks are Stabby Grabbies
Marc: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties
Jake: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies
Y/N: Stamps are Lickie Stickies
Khonshu, annoyed: You are disappointments
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Khonshu: Where’s Marc, Steven, and Y/N?
Jake, hiding Marc and Steven, and Y/N in the trunk of his taxi: They’re playing hide and seek.
Khonshu: Where?
Jake: I don’t think you get how this game works.
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Marc: Are we really going to let Steven keep Layla?
Jake: We kept Y/n.
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Steven: Bridge the generation gap by combining old and new slang into one!
Marc: Tubular AF!
Layla: Mood to the max!
Y/N, annoyed: Groovy, I hate it.
Jake, just as annoyed: If she breathes, she’s a square.
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Steven: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life
Marc: Self-esteem, haven’t seen you in years!
Layla: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!
Y/N: I knew I lost those morals somewhere!
Jake: My moral code, is that you?
Steven:
Steven: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?
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Steven: Anyone d-
Marc: Depressed?
Layla: Drained?
Y/N, Anubis’ avatar: Dead?
Jake: Disliked?
Steven: -done with their work… what is wrong with you people …
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Steven, banging on the door: Marc! Open up!
Marc: Well, it all started when I was a kid…
Jake: No, he meant-
Y/N: Let him finish.
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Jake, used to Y/N’s bullshit: Dammit, Y/N!
Y/N, who has done about 20 things since waking up: What?! It wasn’t me!
Jake: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Marc!
Marc: Not me either.
Jake: Oh…Then who set the apartment on fire?
Steven, who had a nightmare and kicked a candle into the curtains : *whistles*
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Y/N: You know, I’m starting to regret showing you how that blender works.
Jake, drinking toast: Why do you say that?
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Y/N: This is such a bad idea.
Jake: Then why are you coming along?
Y/N: One of us needs to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.
Y/N: And I love you.
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Y/N, defending Jake and himself: Okay. I get it. We’ve had a really hard time lately, we’re stressed out, seven people died-
Anubis: Twelve, actually.
Y/N: Not the point. Look, they’re dead now, and really whose fault is that?
Anubis: Yours!
Y/N, cleaning the blood off his suit's claws: That’s right: no one’s.
I think about killing my boss all the time, but I wouldn’t actually do it.
MKsystem and Hyperfixations
We're all aware of Steven's fixation on Ancient Egypt, but what about the other two? (Can't have just one autistic alter in a system).
Marc's: Astronomy. He'd have some books stacked on Steven's desk. Random space/NASA magnets would litter the fridge, and maybe there'd even be a small telescope set up at their window.
Jake's: Cars. Definitely a ton of Hot Wheels cars still in their packets carefully placed on shelves... and he'd probably have even more if Marc and Steven gave him the chance. Random pictures of cars he'd seen on the street in their phone gallery.
Once they're all aware of each other, they'd start making the apartment more their's, instead of just Steven's.
My bitch pose is NYASTYYYY
Moon Knight thing I just thought about:
When the Gods speak through their Avatars (Specifically Khonsu speaking through Marc and Taweret speaking through Layla), the Avatars seem almost like puppets on a string.
Marc looks like he’s in pain, like Khonsu is pulling at his throat specifically, and Layla’s hands seem almost like Taweret is working through having human hands and fingers…
Marc’s moment is almost like Khonsu is still speaking very birdlike, and squawking.
Similarly, Layla’s gestures become very grand and regal, like Taweret’s.
I love acting choices so much.
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