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Devious Journal EntrySo I finished writing this dialogue thing where one character is talking with this other guy. Like:
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1: Good morning.
2: What's wrong?
1: I'm sick.
1: Yeah. Really. Why would I lie about that?
2: I don't know. Where's my jacket?
2: My jacket. Have you seen it?
1: No. why?
2: Don't be a jackass. Because it's cold, that's why.
1: No, it's not. The sun's shining, the air's warm. Trust me, it's really annoying. You can't miss it.
2: What? No, it's--ow! What was that?
1: What do you mean?
2: Oh, God, my leg--look, my leg--
1: There's nothing there. Calm down--
And, well, I'd love to finish this, but, well, I'm a little busy. But I got down what I could. Long story short, the guy with the invisible leg problem freaks the fuck out and turns into a monster, whereby the other guy runs like hell but doesn't get far. The end.
MTB: When Parallel Planets Collide, Chapter FiveOkay, so where the hell was I? Come on, Flint. Think, think… I’ve got it! So it was a mild August 29th night, roughly 10 o’clock, and Mandrake had returned to the Nigota Cemetery where I was sleeping tight in my coffin. I had felt a cool, cold wind graze my black trench coat, and just as Mandrake was about to open the door to my casket, I ended up opening it myself, scaring him half to death. I can remember that night like it was yesterday. Damn, did I get him good! So, for the most part, that’s where our next dialogue began; however, right around the same time, his family had been packing up to prepare for the apocalypse, suitcases and all.
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“Dad,” Kathy Lee asked Herman out of curiosity, “Are you sure this plan is going to work?”
“Of course I am,” Herman assured her.
“Granddad, granddad,” Julio said, trying to grab his attention, “I have a question!”
“Alright, Julio, ask away.”