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trish: i’m passing the phone to someone who aggressively picks their nose and turns their boogers into random animals or bugs with golden experience. *gags*
giorno: *snorts* i’m passing the phone to someone who owns an ungodly amount of squishmallows and sleeps with them every single night and will threaten to use purple haze if he ever finds out one is missing.
fugo: i’m passing the phone to the dumbass who “accidentally” thought that aftershave was mouthwash and had to get their stomach pumped.
narancia: i- i’m passing the phone to someone who collects all of their nail clippings in a jar and dumps them into the ocean at the end of the year to start over.
bruno: i’m passing the phone to someone who is the love of my life, and that same someone who threatened to square up with a baby because they wouldn’t stop looking at him.
leone: i’m passing the phone to someone who even though can use an entire roll of toilet paper in one trip, there’s still manages to be skidmarks on their fucking underwear. how is that possible? *d!ck by starboi feat. doja cat instrumental plays briefly*
mista: *mouth is wide open* and i’m pass- abba you are so fucking foul. 😭
*gang erupts into laughter, camera shuts off*
FIN….for now.