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*The squad is talking about what it'd be like to open up a homemade Pokemon gym*
Joel, joking: Syntax's just sitting at the end, juggling- fushigi-ing 2 glass balls, in super tight pants, just waiting for their kid delivery once they best their minions.
Syntax: Well they would be Pokeballs. And also it's not a kid delivery. There's no fucking guarantee that a kid that comes into the beginning of my crucible makes it to the end of it undefeated.
Syntax: In fact, I'm gonna stack this gym! With fuckin pros!
Syntax: It's- It's gonna be brutal. It's gonna be a torture gym.
Blue Impostor: Well- Well what's the theme? Are you like- is it a bug theme, or like-
Syntax: YEAH, BLUE IMPOSTOR. UH- UH- UH- UH YEAH BLUE IMPOSTOR. IM GONNA OPEN UP A BUG TYPE POKEMON GYM. YOU IDIOT.
Syntax: YEAH THAT'S WHAT I WANT, BECAUSE I WANNA GIVE- I WANNA SHIT OUT BADGES FOR EVERY HAM AND EGGER THAT COMES TO MY FRONT DOOR.
Joel: *Cracking up*
Syntax: YEAH, BLUE IMPOSTOR. 'Uhh, go Caterpie! >~>' That's me, you FUCKING imbecile. 'Yeah go- uhhh- d-do your best, Kakuna!'
Syntax: WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING TALKING ABOU- Yeah a ~bug type~ gym.
Blue Impostor:
Joel: Okaaay-
Blue Impostor: Alright, um, I'm gonna go. I've embarrassed myself...
Joel: Maybe fire? Fire type?
Blue Impostor: Yeah fire-based? Like- have fires?Syntax: Yeah, yeah I'll probably just- That's a good idea Joel I'll probably just do a fire type one... SO THAT ONE KID WITH ONE BLASTOISE CAN FUCK UP MY WHOLE SHOP.
Syntax: KILLED ALL OF US WITH ONE BLASTOISE, HUH? WOW. SHIT I SHOULD'VE-
Blue Impostor: Just do rock, then! Just do rock type!
Syntax, voice dripping with contempt: The same Blastoise...

(Italic will be Syntax's Blue Impostors and Joel's comments)

Syntax: (cracking up)
Blue Impostor: I'M GOD FUCKING DONE-
Joel: when will it open
Syntax: NEVER THAT WAS- PFFT HAHA-

Joel: Hey, Syntax? Can I get some dating advice?
Syntax: Just because I’m with Blue Impostor doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

Syntax: how the hell did it know
Joel: wait that happened?
Blue Impostor: how the hell do you not know-

Joel: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.
Syntax: The cow???
Joel: What?
Blue Impostor: Syntax, W H Y?

Syntax: i like my cows extra milky- NOT IN A PORN WAY- NO NO NOPE-

Joel: HELP! I TOLD BLUE IMPOSTOR I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!
Syntax, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

Syntax: yes i eat cereal right out of the box
Blue Impostor: THE HELL?

Joel: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me
Syntax: Okay, but in my defense, Blue Impostor bet me 50 cents I couldn’t drink all that shampoo.
Joel: That’s not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?!

Syntax: how do you think my breathe smells like shampoo
Joel: OK- BUT HOW ARE YOU NOT SICK
Syntax: i already barfed out my organs

Joel: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?
Syntax: How am I supposed to know?
Blue Impostor: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.
Syntax: *sighs*
Syntax: You wouldn't be trapped.

Syntax: ... yeah i tried it once actually and i actually got stuck for 10 days until someone found out.
Joel: it was chaotic

Joel, trying to ask Syntax out: Would you like to stay for dinner?
Blue Impostor: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?

Syntax: we are brothers- how the hel- not even gonna ask

Joel: Syntax and I don’t use pet names.
Blue Impostor: I see. Hey, what do bees make?
Joel: Honey?
Syntax: Yes, dear?
Joel:
Blue Impostor: Don't ever lie to my face again.

Syntax: what is a girl dog named
Blue Impostor: Bitch?
Joel: yeah?
Syntax: hah-

*The group is getting into the car*
Joel: I’m driving.
Syntax, out of view: Shotgun!
Blue Impostor, turning to face Syntax: Aww! But you had it on the way here-
Everyone except Syntax: WOAH-
Syntax, holding a shotgun: No! I found a shotgun! And I want the front seat! *Pumps gun*

Syntax: HAH-

Syntax: *double checking supplies in the boat* Compass. CB Radio. Sunscreen
Joel: Hot dog costumes!
Syntax: I'm sorry, what?
Joel: You know, in case we get lost at sea and one of us, probably Blue Impostor, goes mad wither hunger, we'll put these on. Blue Impostor hates hot dogs, so they probably won't eat us.
Syntax: Are you saying that Blue Impostor would rather eat us than hot dogs?
Blue Impostor: i do hate hot dogs.

Syntax: how do i say this. Blue Impostor hates hotdogs and we were stuck in a room (Investigation Room) for 6 months... you probably know where this is going. but Jack, Wif, Sans and Ethan saw this happening as it happened.

FOOTAGE

Syntax: THE HELL BLUE IMPOSTOR THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU
Wif: (busts open the door)
Wif, Ethan, Jack and Sans:
Syntax: GODDAMN HE HATES HOTDOGS, WHICH ARE ALL THAT IS IN THIS ROOM AND HE GODDAMN TRIED TO GOD FUCKING EAT US.

END OF TAPE

Syntax: so uhmmm... yeah... see ya.

Description
*The squad is talking about what it'd be like to open up a homemade Pokemon gym*
Joel, joking: Syntax's just sitting at the end, juggling- fushigi-ing 2 glass balls, in super tight pants, just waiting for their kid delivery once they best their minions.
Syntax: Well they would be Pokeballs. And also it's not a kid delivery. There's no fucking guarantee that a kid that comes into the beginning of my crucible makes it to the end of it undefeated.
Syntax: In fact, I'm gonna stack this gym! With fuckin pros!
Syntax: It's- It's gonna be brutal. It's gonna be a torture gym.
Blue Impostor: Well- Well what's the theme? Are you like- is it a bug theme, or like-
Syntax: YEAH, BLUE IMPOSTOR. UH- UH- UH- UH YEAH BLUE IMPOSTOR. IM GONNA OPEN UP A BUG TYPE POKEMON GYM. YOU IDIOT.
Syntax: YEAH THAT'S WHAT I WANT, BECAUSE I WANNA GIVE- I WANNA SHIT OUT BADGES FOR EVERY HAM AND EGGER THAT COMES TO MY FRONT DOOR.
Joel: *Cracking up*
Syntax: YEAH, BLUE IMPOSTOR. 'Uhh, go Caterpie! >~>' That's me, you FUCKING imbecile. 'Yeah go- uhhh- d-do your best, Kakuna!'
Syntax: WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING TALKING ABOU- Yeah a ~bug type~ gym.
Blue Impostor:
Joel: Okaaay-
Blue Impostor: Alright, um, I'm gonna go. I've embarrassed myself...
Joel: Maybe fire? Fire type?
Blue Impostor: Yeah fire-based? Like- have fires?Syntax: Yeah, yeah I'll probably just- That's a good idea Joel I'll probably just do a fire type one... SO THAT ONE KID WITH ONE BLASTOISE CAN FUCK UP MY WHOLE SHOP.
Syntax: KILLED ALL OF US WITH ONE BLASTOISE, HUH? WOW. SHIT I SHOULD'VE-
Blue Impostor: Just do rock, then! Just do rock type!
Syntax, voice dripping with contempt: The same Blastoise...

(Italic will be Syntax's Blue Impostors and Joel's comments)

Syntax: (cracking up)
Blue Impostor: I'M GOD FUCKING DONE-
Joel: when will it open
Syntax: NEVER THAT WAS- PFFT HAHA-

Joel: Hey, Syntax? Can I get some dating advice?
Syntax: Just because I’m with Blue Impostor doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

Syntax: how the hell did it know
Joel: wait that happened?
Blue Impostor: how the hell do you not know-

Joel: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.
Syntax: The cow???
Joel: What?
Blue Impostor: Syntax, W H Y?

Syntax: i like my cows extra milky- NOT IN A PORN WAY- NO NO NOPE-

Joel: HELP! I TOLD BLUE IMPOSTOR I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!
Syntax, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

Syntax: yes i eat cereal right out of the box
Blue Impostor: THE HELL?

Joel: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me
Syntax: Okay, but in my defense, Blue Impostor bet me 50 cents I couldn’t drink all that shampoo.
Joel: That’s not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?!

Syntax: how do you think my breathe smells like shampoo
Joel: OK- BUT HOW ARE YOU NOT SICK
Syntax: i already barfed out my organs

Joel: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?
Syntax: How am I supposed to know?
Blue Impostor: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.
Syntax: *sighs*
Syntax: You wouldn't be trapped.

Syntax: ... yeah i tried it once actually and i actually got stuck for 10 days until someone found out.
Joel: it was chaotic

Joel, trying to ask Syntax out: Would you like to stay for dinner?
Blue Impostor: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?

Syntax: we are brothers- how the hel- not even gonna ask

Joel: Syntax and I don’t use pet names.
Blue Impostor: I see. Hey, what do bees make?
Joel: Honey?
Syntax: Yes, dear?
Joel:
Blue Impostor: Don't ever lie to my face again.

Syntax: what is a girl dog named
Blue Impostor: Bitch?
Joel: yeah?
Syntax: hah-

*The group is getting into the car*
Joel: I’m driving.
Syntax, out of view: Shotgun!
Blue Impostor, turning to face Syntax: Aww! But you had it on the way here-
Everyone except Syntax: WOAH-
Syntax, holding a shotgun: No! I found a shotgun! And I want the front seat! *Pumps gun*

Syntax: HAH-

Syntax: *double checking supplies in the boat* Compass. CB Radio. Sunscreen
Joel: Hot dog costumes!
Syntax: I'm sorry, what?
Joel: You know, in case we get lost at sea and one of us, probably Blue Impostor, goes mad wither hunger, we'll put these on. Blue Impostor hates hot dogs, so they probably won't eat us.
Syntax: Are you saying that Blue Impostor would rather eat us than hot dogs?
Blue Impostor: i do hate hot dogs.

Syntax: how do i say this. Blue Impostor hates hotdogs and we were stuck in a room (Investigation Room) for 6 months... you probably know where this is going. but Jack, Wif, Sans and Ethan saw this happening as it happened.

FOOTAGE

Syntax: THE HELL BLUE IMPOSTOR THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU
Wif: (busts open the door)
Wif, Ethan, Jack and Sans:
Syntax: GODDAMN HE HATES HOTDOGS, WHICH ARE ALL THAT IS IN THIS ROOM AND HE GODDAMN TRIED TO GOD FUCKING EAT US.

END OF TAPE

Syntax: so uhmmm... yeah... see ya.