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Unpopular opinion:
Heather Brooke's death was unnecessary.
Meredith: She stole my Mc Dreamy, and my Mc Dog.
Cristina:
Meredith: And what do I have?
Cristina:
Cristina: I brought Mc Donalds...
(Bonus)
Addison: Oh, can I have one of those coffees?
Cristina: Sure
Meredith:
Meredith: SHE STOLE MY MC DONALDS!
Simp ID's
Kai: Kill me nowwwww.
Amelia: Sorry, no can do. I need your help with my homework.
Kai, ordering coffee: I’d like 4 sugars-
Amelia: You're kinda ugly.
Amelia: Hey Kai?
Kai: Yeah?
Amelia: What's your favorite color of the alphabet? True or false?
Kai:
Kai: ...What.
Kai: If you could guess, how many brain cells do you have?
Amelia: Dorito’s cool ranch.
Kai:
Kai: I'm just gonna assume zero for now.
Amelia: I love that song.
Amelia: Can I have a private talk with you?
Kai: Okay, as long as it’s not about tampons because I just don’t understand them.
Amelia: So what are your political beliefs?
Kai, awkwardly trying to impress her: Well, I think Pikachu would be a lot more powerful if he had a gun.
*At a speed dating event*
Amelia: Oh wow, people are really shallow.
Kai: Consider it a background check. For example: Do you have a death certificate?
Amelia: *Checks their pulse* Sorry, not yet.
Kai: Good, I'm not fucking a ghost again.
Amelia: Some could say our research is outta this world!
Kai:
Amelia: You get it?
Kai: ... not really
Amelia: ... yeah there wasn't really a punchline
Modern Family Room - Open
Large, open-concept family room with beige walls, a tile fireplace, a standard fireplace, and a wall-mounted television in a minimalist style.
Neighbors in the Rain
It is storming today. Bruised thunderclouds rumble, lit internally by crackling lightning; electric spears.
The man sits in his lawn chair on the patio, overlooking the sheer lawn and slick aphsalt street. Prim houses line both sides of this road. Rain pelts the roof, splashing with metallic noise.
A car drives quietly up the street, it’s electric engine softly humming. It’s the neighbors. More rain patters it’s window and windshield.
The man watches. Sips his coffee.
They’re the neighbors. They are short, maybe five feet tall at the absolute most. Their skin is grey like dull clay, and they are eerily gaunt, thin. Lengthy arms and legs, with hands that end in disturbingly long fingers. Four fingers. Enormous, almond shaped eyes stare out from bulbous heads on thin necks.
Thunder grumbles when the last car door is closed. The man watches as his neighbors disappear inside their small, suburban home.
He sips his coffee. The rain patters on.