nuh uh (fym nuh uh)

8:20 A.M., Wednesday

'adoption center'

pavprabhakar: so who wants pancakes

applesauce: oh thank god you're still alive i was about to go blame miguel

hobiebrwn: it wouldve been so funny if you did, the man has been taking so many l's lately

milesmorales: we have so many leftover pancakes man, we may have over bought 

margobabes<3: dw miles its not our fault hobie likes to over eat

hobiebrwn: im actually very conservative thank you

hobiebrwn: this things just a capitalistic joint anyway, it feeds people into feeding into the system

margobabes<3: shut up and eat your capitalism pancakes

hobiebrwn: dont bring the pancakes into this

hobiebrwn: its not their fault that they were forced to be a tool for the government

gwandaa: hobie can honestly say the most controversial things about something as minimal as the amount of braincells he has stored

hobiebrwn: i lose them when i am around you guys

pavprabhakar: let's be for real, /i/ am the holder of all our braincells

milesmorales: nuh uh

applesauce: none of you have braincells at all, and it just worsens when you band together

applesauce: anyway where have you guys been?

milesmorales: we finally got the atm :D

applesauce: already?

penini: we have to work early if we wanna catch the spot and move all the artifacts back where they belong in time for the sleepovers

gwandaa: slow down on the chowing, peni, you'll get stomach cramps

penini: im working i need the fuel :P

applesauce: where are you guys anyway?

pavprabhakar: we're at penini's!

pavprabhakar: wanna come over? maybe you'll want some of these pancakes

milesmorales: we got enough to stack on hobie's spikes 

hobiebrwn: stop abusing my mask with the fruit of capitalism

pavprabhakar: stop. period.

applesauce: alright i'm coming over 

applesauce: i'll wanna know what happened and its probably more convenient in person than over text

call forth the rats: im coming too

applesauce: stop barging in whenever it benefits you and go the fuck to sleep

call forth the rats: stop being mean to me

applesauce: 🖕

margobabes<3: everybody's just tryna tell everyone to stop at this point

gwandaa: stop 🖐😔🛑 

milesmorales: peter! do you want pancakes?

call forth the rats: thank you, miles, for the kind offer

call forth the rats: it is nice to know that some people out there still have a heart

applesauce: and i thought mayday was the baby

call forth the rats: i am going to get back at you one day i swear

margobabes<3: so if you guys are done beefing, come over here

margobabes<3: hobie is about to finish the pancake stack

hobiebrwn: quit filling this gc with LIES

gwandaa: mate is so different that he refuses to say stop and replaces it with 'quit'

pavprabhakar: stop bullying him gwen he's about to cry

hobiebrwn: im not crying

hobiebrwn: and never will i cry

hobiebrwn: ever

milesmorales: because he's too punk rock for that

gwandaa: quit filling this gc with LIES

pavprabhakar: im sorry, i meant, "he's going to have a leakage in his eye balls"

hobiebrwn: i no longer know any of you people

applesauce: im at the door

applesauce: hurry up i dont wanna be standing in front of your house when peter gets here

gwandaa: your beef with him is funny cus you're the same person

applesauce: just open it please

margobabes<3 pinned a message 

margobabes<3: proof that noir knows how to say the word 'please'

applesauce: im opening the door myself

penini: dont im in front of it >:(

applesauce: 👍

☆☆☆

"And now we're here, eating pancakes," Miles finished repeating the story for the honorary adults in Peni's workshop.

"Som, whab I learmed fohm dis," Peter said, licking the maple syrup off his thumb, chewing as many pancakes as he could fit into his mouth (the answer is seven.) "Eed dad we neber derl Migerl whad happehrmed." He swallowed.

"You are hazard to society," Miles watched him with concern as he stacked ten more into his mouth and shoved them down his throat. 

"Thank you," Peter said, delighted, and fed Mayday a small portion of what she can actually manage to chew.

"An Alchemax-infested FBI? That's a first," Noir mused. "Proud to know that you handled that well."

"Aww, you weren't even the teensiest bit worried about us?" Margo teased.

"Not at all. I definitely didn't load all of my guns and shoved them into the hammerspace bag Porker gave me and readied myself to go murder Miguel in all of his balding glory," Noir deadpanned.

"I love how you first assumed that Miguel had something to do with the weird vibes you were getting," Gwen chuckled.

"Well, considering the plenty grievances you've given him, it wouldn't be that far off of a guess," Noir shrugged.

"How many guns do you have exactly?" Pavitr wondered.

"I don't know, I haven't had the time to count," Noir answered.

"Sick," Hobie nodded appreciatively. 

"Spider-Ham gave you a hammerspace bag?" Miles questioned.

"He gave you a gavel didn't he? He likes gifting things to people he's close to. Gwen got a blow pipe that can turn the smoke into letters, and Peni has a 'portable portal'."

"Oh, you mean like the kind of hole that you can peel off from the ground and place it somewhere else and it'll work exactly like a portal, like in Looney Tunes ?" Pavitr needed to know.

"Yup," Noir confirmed.

"And out of all four, only mine is the useless one," Gwen sulked.

"Comes in handy when you wanna shove something up some criminal's ass in though," Margo commented.

"True," Gwen shrugged.

"The great thing about it is that all of them conveniently fit in our pockets!" Peni praised as she whacked a nail into place.

"Even the portal?" Pavitr questioned.

"Even the portal," Peni nodded.

"Hey, how come I never got anything?" Peter wondered.

"Only you would be asking that question," Noir quipped.

"Mayday, he's being mean to me," Peter put his daughter up against Noir's face with a pout. Mayday cooed and started patting Noir's masked face all over with her syrupy fingers.

"Stop using your daughter as a weapon against me."

"Only if you stop bullying me."

"I digress."

"It's weird how some spidey senses work, like Margo's being attuned to drama and Noir's being attuned to our chaos," Pavitr mused.

"And Gwen's being locked and loaded on Miles'," Peni randomly commented.

"Wha— It is not!" Gwen protested, face as red as sunburn.

"False, the other day when we were hanging, you just fell off my bunk bed and went, 'Miles just stubbed his toe, I gotta go comfort him,' like girl, he's way over in another dimension, if that isn't proof enough," Margo attested.

"I also remember clearly what you said when explaining to us what happened before you got blown into Miles's dimension, circa last multiverse mishap," Peter unhelpfully offered. "'Something led me to Visions Academy. I didn't know why, until I met you'. Sound familiar, Stacy?"

"Exactly!" Peni sing-songed.

"I was wondering why you always showed up everytime something goes wrong," Miles tried to stop himself from smiling like the lovestruck fool he is (it's okay because Gwen is a lovestruck fool too).

He's failing.

"Wha— no— w-well, it happens with all of my friends! I know when any of you are in danger!" She's still trying to save face. Face, by the way, has now reach a new scale on the redness factor. This is no longer a sunburn— she's fried.

"But apparently none of us are as important as Miles since you only show up for him," Pavitd raised his eyebrows.

"Heehee, showed up," Hobie snickered like a gremlin.

"I do!" Gwen said.

"Nope."

"Nuh uh."

"Absolutely not."

"You weren't even there when my fish died."

"I give up," Gwen flopped on her bean bag chair, exasperated.

"Hey, points for us!" Peter smiled.

As they bickered and played with Mayday in the background, Noir went over to where Peni's been absolutely busy in the midst of their banter.

"So now you're just computing the Spot's vitals or whatever it's called?" Noir prodded.

"Yup!" Peni confirmed. "I might be done with it by lunch, and then I'm onto building." She proudly showed off the blueprint she drew. Noir blinked to adjust to the bright color shoved into his face. He will never get used to vibrancy of other people's worlds. 

Especially the punk's. 

"Wow, it's, uh, really big," Noir said, reaching under his mask to rub his eyes.

"On the paper only," Peni giggled. "It's actually gonna be portable."

"Superb. Remember to take breaks, okay?"

"Okay!"

"Hey Noir!" Peter called out. "Why do you insist on wearing the mask always? Could you even breathe through that thing?"

"Can you breathe through yours?" Noir was exasperated.

"Of course! Else I would've died everytime I wore the mask!"

"I wish you did," Noir muttered under his breath.

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

"No, you said something. What is it? Tell meeeeee!!!"

"I said nothing, Pete— oomf! Get off of me!"

"Not unless you tell me!"

"Do you always aspire to be a pain in the ass!?"

"I mean, if you want to, I can be."

"Shut up, you little— GET YOUR HANDS AWAY FROM ME, YOU DIDN'T EVEN WASH THEM! DID YOU HOLD YOUR DAUGHTER WITH YOUR HANDS LIKE THAT?"

"She's fine, it's not as messy as when I bought her her first milkshake."

"Three year olds shouldn't be having milkshakes! PETERR!"

"NOIRR!"

"STOP!!"

As the children messed around and chased each other, the teenagers placed bets on who would win.

Noir obiviously won.

☆☆☆

10:28 A.M., Thursday

'adoption center'

milesmorales: RALLY UP HOOKERS AND GENTS

milesmorales: WE RIDE AGAINST THE FUCKBOYS TONIGHT

margobabes<3: what the hell

milesmorales: 

milesmorales: oh, this is not the visions academy anti-head of security gc

milesmorales: fuckfuckfuckfuck

milesmorales: i am sooo so sorry

milesmorales deleted two messages

milesmorales: please forget that

margobabes<3: im sorry man it dont work like that

gwandaa: elaborate on the fuckboys

pavprabhakar: your head of security is a fuckboy?

penini: i had a head of security once

penini: but it broke

penini: so now i just use my bike helmet

hobiebrwn: whats a head of security

hobiebrwn: no wait dont tell me

hobiebrwn: thats definitely a kind of cop

applesauce: why must you chat at the most ungodly hours of the night

call forth the rats: a head of security is a man who refuses to have fun and works at a place that bans fun

hobiebrwn: normal cop behavior

milesmorales: the head of security is the man that keeps tabs on nearly all the boys and some girls at my school

hobiebrwn: let me join your anti head of security gc

milesmorales: sorry man, its only for students that go to school there

hobiebrwn: watch me force myself in like peter did with this gc

call forth the rats: i did not force my way in, noir added me

applesauce: i did NOT

applesauce: did i seriously beat you that hard on the head because how are you not remembering what youve done

call forth the rats: i remember some old geezer dressed in black hit me upside the head with a lamp post

applesauce: and he will not hesistate to do it again if you call him old one more time

gwandaa: @milesmorales you've yet to elaborate on the fuckboys

milesmorales: hey peni hows the taser doing?

gwandaa: stop avoiding the topic

penini: it's coming along great!!

penini: im nearly done with the framework, so im thinking i could finish paneling it tonight and then add the program and data by tomorrow afternoon

penini: with that, we should be able to kidnap the spot by saturday night

applesauce: peni if you pull an all nighter again

penini: just this once! remember, that was the bet we made when i asked you to play mario kart with me >:)

applesauce: it was my third time playing, you can't expect me to immediately win

applesauce: and you were definitely cheating by using a blue shell

penini: using a blue shell is not cheating

call forth the rats: you play mario kart?

hobiebrwn: three times in a row apparently

margobabes<3: this is important fcking information

pavprabhakar: noir playing any video game at all is and will always be a suprise

margobabes<3 pinned a message 

margobabes<3: we should highlight all the moments of his journey to modern culture

applesauce: stop treating me like a damn cave man

gwandaa: so am i the only one curious about the whole 'fuckboy' situation

pavprabhakar: @milesmorales you've gone offline man, where you at?

hobiebrwn: leave him alone, he's probably plotting with his anti-authoritian gc

hobiebrwn: which reminds me 

hobiebrwn: gonna go force myself into places i dont belong brb

gwandaa: bring me back information on the whole head of security situation

call forth the rats: they grow so fast

applesauce: with help from terrible influences

call forth the rats: its hard work being the role model these kids need you know

applesauce: fckin hell

margobabes<3 pinned a message

applesauce: please stop

margobabes<3: no <3

applesauce: 😑

applesauce: im going back to sleep

call forth the rats: good night

applesauce: fuck you

call forth the rats: damn i was just tryna be mice :/

call forth the rats: *nice

pavprabhakar: lmao not the unintentional pun

gwandaa: he truly is a rat guy

call forth the rats: you know what i think im going to bed too

call forth the rats: i've had enough damage for one day and im going to go recuperate with my wife

margobabes<3: tmi bro

call forth the rats: good nighttt

pavprabhakar: so are we going to go to sleep or are we gonna keep chatting

gwandaa: dont feel like sleeping knowing miles' whole head of security situation

gwandaa: so let's play visions academy bingo cards

gwandaa: text message version

margobabes<3: lmaooo boredom be like 

gwandaa: it can truly change a man

pavprabhakar: i'll go first!

penini: the head of security has a fuckboy altersona 

penini: this is based on the "we ride against the fuckboys tonight" phrase

pavprabhakar: i said i was gonna go first

penini: my bad! ;P

pavprabhakar: >:(

margobabes<3: he said fuckboys, /plural/ though

penini: those are his henchmen, who are apparently also fuckboys

pavprabhakar: so anybody wanna know mine

gwandaa: lets hear it

pavprabhakar: the head of security secretly sells drugs because he doesn't get paid enough

margobabes<3: 💀💀💀

margobabes<3: plausible

pavprabhakar: theyre going to out him using that information

gwandaa: could be what they're plotting in that gc of theirs

margobabes<3: me personally, the head of security blackmails the students into giving him their 'monthly due', riding on the fact that he is a broke ass man, with the blackmails being the freaky shit all teenagers do at some point, which probably includes murder by paper cut

pavprabhakar: oh my god

gwandaa: this is the same girl who told peter tmi after he sent a perfectly normal text

margobabes<3: i am very imaginative

penini: can you guys help me out with the paneling please?

penini: some of the pieces are a bit tiny and i cant see where im putting them

pavprabhakar: dont you have like magnifying glasses for that kind of thing?

penini: what's the point of magnifying glasses if your eyesight is getting blurry

gwandaa: maybe you should sleep peni

penini: no thank you

margobabes<3: welp

margobabes<3: looks like we're coming over then

gwandaa: one last bingo card

gwandaa: the head of security wears hair clips to make him feel pretty

margobabes<3: how is this relevant

gwandaa: dk just a thought

gwandaa: we're coming peni

penini: thanks guyssrssdk

pavprabhakar: i think she just collapsed on her keyboard

gwandaa: well we really gotta get going then

☆☆☆

All of their 'bingo cards' were wrong. The Visions Academy Anti-Head of Security Groupchat is a group chat for the D&D club of the school, which includes the Head of Security himself, whose character is a fuckboy bard, which, according to him, is one "unintentionally." He is also their DM, and changes the group chat's name according to the event.

Hobie was, to say the least, very disappointed. He did, however, enjoyed overthrowing an imaginary kingdom.

So while all of those cards were wrong, there was one that they somehow got right.

The Head of Security does like to wear hair clips to make himself feel pretty.

☆☆☆

2:34 A.M., Thursday

'peninininini' to 'spooder noir'

peninininini: why does webslinger call you babygirl

spooder noir: how about you go to sleep peni

peninininini: just a thought 

peninininini: sorry about that mr noir she's not really in the right mind rn, very sleepy girl -pav

peninininini: why does he call you bbg tho? 🤨 -margooo

peninininini: we'll get her to sleep noir dw -gwen

spooder noir: thank you

spooder noir: and tell her good night for me

peninininini: we will -gwen

peninininini: you didn't answer my question -margooo

spooder noir: good night to you too margo

peninininini: i'll just ask him then -margooo

spooder noir: i really rather you wouldn't 

peninininini: good night! -margooo

spooder noir: dammit 

☆☆☆

4:47 P.M., Thursday

'adoption center'

margobabes<3: I AM GOING TO SCALE THE BUILDING WALLS WITH MY FINGERNAILS, THROW A CHILD OVER A BRIDGE, EAT AN ATM, THEN RIP THE TORCH OUT OF THE HAND OF MISS LIBERTY

margobabes<3: IT IS 4:48 PM AND THEY'RE NOT BACK ON

margobabes<3: I AM GOING TO START A RIOT AND THEN KILL THE PRESIDENT

hobiebrwn: do you need tips

gwandaa: whoa there

milesmorales: whats up with margo?

gwandaa: ao3 has been shut down and she physically cannot live without it

gwandaa: im not capping this is 100 percent real

pavprabhakar: why is it shut down?

gwandaa: apparently its been attacked by a couple of hackers, and they're currently shutting down to fix the site

pavprabhakar: damn, whats their reason for attacking?

gwandaa: they claim to be a religious and politcal hategroup and are attacking the site for religious and political reasons

hobiebrwn: why does the government always feel the need to make things absolute piss

gwandaa: they're not a government department hobie, they're a fake group of hackers posing as one

hobiebrwn: you said political, and anything political is a government brand

gwandaa: okay

pavprabhakar: okay?

gwandaa: its moot to argue about his beliefs pav

hobiebrwn: all truth there

margobabes<3: GHREGWHAHAJKA I SWEAR I WILL HUNT THOSE ASSHATS DOWN, CHOP THEIR DICKS OFF AND GLUE GUN IT TO THEIR FOREHEADS ONG DO NOT FUCK WITH ME RIGHT NOW

pavprabhakar: how you know they not women 🤨

margobabes<3: DO I LOOK LIKE I GIVE A FUCK BOY? SAME TREATMENT I DO NOT MOTHERFUCKING CARE

margobabes<3: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CATCH UP ON MY CANON OLD GAY DADS AGENDA

margobabes<3: THIS IS THE SEVENTH TIME IVE TRIED REFRESHING

margobabes<3: I SWEAR IF THE SITE DOESN'T LOAD IN THE NEXT TEN SECONDS

milesmorales: just use wattpad?

gwandaa: ooooh, sssst

gwandaa: sentence #47 that you should never say to margo, ever

margobabes<3: im sorry

margobabes<3: did you just tell me to use wattpad?

milesmorales: um

milesmorales: kinda… yeah…?

milesmorales: please dont hurt me i am trying to make it to the sleepover

margobabes<3: on that note i will let you go

☆☆☆

Margo's avatar materialized in Miles' room and wrapped two holographic hands around the poor boy's throat, a phantom of the threat she intends to follow on should he break the command she tells him: 

"But if you tell me to use Wattpad one more time, I will crease your Jordans. Got it?"

"Got it, loud and clear, I swear!" Miles stammers.

Margo just glowers straight into his soul for ten seconds straight before leaving with a glitch-like exit that would give Noir a migraine.

☆☆☆

4:49 P.M., Thursday

'adoption center'

pavprabhakar: theyve gone silent

hobiebrwn: i fear for miles jordans

gwandaa: its been like eleven seconds

gwandaa: @margobabes<3 please tell me miles is still alive

margobabes<3: relax girl, you of all people would know if hes hurt or not

margobabes<3: thats your special talent 

margobabes<3: next to hitting your feelings with sticks

gwandaa: oh my god stop

pavprabhakar: she blushing fifty shades of red fr

margobabes<3: frfr

milesmorales: so uh wanna tell me why are you so upset when i tell you to use wattpad instead?

hobiebrwn: 'upset' he said

pavprabhakar: more like growling and foaming at the mouth

margobabes<3: up yours you asshats

margobabes<3: @milesmorales my ignorant one, let me culture you on the superiority of ao3 of wattpad

gwandaa: this will take a while

milesmorales: oh boy

margobabes<3: you see, foolish little boy, wattpad has lost its flair for fictions and fantasy

margobabes<3: the only thing it is ever good for is original work

margobabes<3: good on you if you are a fan of original stories, but me? i need to be delusional. i need to COPE. and ao3, my child, is how i cope

milesmorales: wow, you sound like my philosophy teacher

margobabes<3: i did not give you permission to speak, mortal

hobiebrwn: if i had a nickel for everytime miles gets told to stop speaking while a spider was in the middle of an explanation id have two nickels, which isn’t a lot bit its weird its happened twice

margobabes<3: you too, you bargain bin sideshow bob

hobiebrwn: EXCUSE YOU

gwandaa: BARGAIN BIN SIDESHOW BOB 💀💀💀

margobabes<3: yeah, from the simpsons

pavprabhakar: nahh because that was foulll 💀💀💀

milesmorales: @hobiebrwn you just gon let that slide???

hobiebrwn: NAH NIGGA CUZ HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF I CALLED YOU BROKE AMANDA THE ADVENTURER WHAT THEN 

margobabes<3: original

hobiebrwn: yeah, like your hairstyle

hobiebrwn: lookin like you got oversized coco pops glued to your head

margobabes<3: 🙄

hobiebrwn: 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕

margobabes<3: /anyways/, as i was elaborating

margobabes<3: ao3 is the haven for those of fanatical minds and intense cravings of a vice that is neither drug nor booze, for ao3 has plenty of fanfiction to offer for its followers, and in GOOD QUALITY

margobabes<3: /that/, morales, is the vast difference between the two sites. wattpad has terrible fanfiction and its grammar and story structure leaves much to desire. you can never filter out what you do not wish to read either

margobabes<3: but ao3 grants you this blessing. it grants you the ability to choose from its bountiful source of fiction. i do not know what i WANT to read, but i for sure as shit know what i do NOT want to read, and ao3 provides me that. its fics are in good quality too. that's not to say it doesnt have its downfalls, but it is a rare happening, and those downfalls may well be the result of the wattpad commoners trying to make their fruits survive

margobabes<3: ao3 is a site par excellence, the best of the best, and it achieved all that while being a non-profit organization run by a handful of volunteers, who survive alone on the donations you will so kindly give them

pavprabhakar: that sounded like a threat

margobabes<3: its not actually youve got free will on that

hobiebrwn: you made it sound like youre a master giving their servants a little bit of freedom

hobiebrwn: something youve beem withholding from them for years

margobabes<3: shut up man

margobabes<3: do you now understand, miles gonzales morales, why you should /never/ make that same mistake again?

milesmorales: yes sir 

margobabes<3: good

margobabes<3: now i've got plans to attend to, mainly donating and then rolling around in the dirt like a madman while waiting for the site to load once more

margobabes<3: good noon

gwandaa: well that was something

milesmorales: swear she elaborating like ao3 was the deity of fanfiction and she is the high priestess 

pavprabhakar: might as well be with all the big words she was throwing around

hobiebrwn: and the ancient grammar

milesmorales: she called wattpad readers commoners and i feel sad about it :(.

pavprabhakar: watch gwen gear up to go comfort miles again

gwandaa: im gonna need you to stop talking

pavprabhakar: 🤓☝️

gwandaa: but if you do need someone to talk to miles im right here

milesmorales: its just an minor grievance gwen, not a worldwide problem, im fine

milemorales: but thanks anyway for the offer :)

hobiebrwn: so we might wanna leave before they start confessing their deepest darkest fantasies to one another

pavprabhakar: pav out ✌️

gwandaa: i hate you guys so much

☆☆☆

5:58 P.M., Friday

'adoption center'

margobabes<3: IT IS BACK

margobabes<3: LET US REJOICE IN THIS MOMENTOUS OCCASION

margobabes<3: BRING OUT THE CHAMPAGNE AND LET THE CHAOS COMMENCE

margobabes<3: OUR SANITY HAS FINALLY BEEN RESTORED AND OUR DELUSIONS FED

margobabes<3: WE MAY ONCE MORE INDULGE IN OUR FICTION-CHARGED GLUTTONY 

margobabes<3: MOTHER AND FUCKERS OF THE EARTH, WE HAVE FINALLY COME HOME!!1!1!!

milesmorales: so i am assuming ao3 is back on

margobabes<3: yes it issssss >:)))))

hobiebrwn: oi cheers to that

hobiebrwn: do you wanna vandalize a police station in honor of their victory againsty those fake political hackers

margobabes<3: DO I?

hobiebrwn: do you?

margobabes<3: yessssssss 

gwandaa: oh good on ya margo, saves me the rest of my sweaters from your intense arm grip and constant crying

margobabes<3: my bad :P

pavprabhakar: she went absolutely apeshit huh

margobabes<3: you would if someone deprived you from your daily tea time

pavprabhakar: true

milesmorales: congrats marg 🙌 cant believe the volunteers won against those guys

hobiebrwn: the reality of that just hit me. a couple of ordinary volunteers winning against a hategroup that probably is government-supported all under 20-24ish hours? mate, that is extreme people power right there

hobiebrwn: do them ao3 volunteer chaps accept euros because i am robbing the entire bank in my world for them

margobabes<3: we could convert that into dollars, sure :DDDD

margobabes<3: i am feeling so elated you guys, i finally can catch up on my gay dad agenda

margobabes<3: let me go binge read a couple and then lets go vandalize some brick walls

hobiebrwn: i'll follow you up on that 

milesmorales: i wanna come with, feels like my artistic skills are needed

margobabes<3: lets ALL go, man, this is an occasion EVERYONE needs to celebrate

gwandaa: hooray for no more eyeliner stained sweaters

margobabes<3: i'll get you new ones girlie as a thank you

gwandaa: in that case i want the one that has "gaslighting is not real, you're just crazy" written all over it

margobabes<3: got youuu

pavprabhakar: heres to vandalism and ao3 🍻🍻🍻

margobabes<3: CHEEEEEERS🍻🍻🍻

hobiebrwn: boo, margie, im at you door

margobabes<3: i said lemme binge read first man 

hobiebrwn: my bad

hobiebrwn: imma just take a look around your world then

margobabes<3: help yourself

milesmorales: just @ us when its time to go

margobabes<3: yepyep

margobabes<3: now shush and let myself heal

applesauce: you guys are crazy

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The New York Police Department of Earth 22191 will go to work at a newly renovated DIY police station.

Those with artistic flair are actually quite fond of the depiction of an orange man with his head up his ass.

Miles' has artistic vision.