(Considering Kitty’s backstory, she’d be utterly confused about this maple syrup food talk LMAO)
/5 gold
(me, wondering how people commit murder at the breakfast table over a stack of pancakes:
“what’s for breakfast, mum?”
“death”)
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I think the man can actually legally disqualify you… and get away with it
(Wait, we have rights here?)
(No lmao)
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(Pipe bombs are the side dish)
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(we have twice as many wrongs)
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(Ah, yes, lefts.)
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(I’m gonna lower the timer to :45 because nobody’s bidding)
(Saves y’all the time)
(bruh)
(this is evelyn discrimination)
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“Ten,” Santiago’s voice rang out. He glanced at Evelyn warily. “Can’t let you win for such a low amount.”
/bid 10 gold
(Fight fight fight fight fihgt fight fhtgt)
(congrats you have more time now)
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(I never said the betting was fair)
Santigo bids ten.
“This a personal attack, San Diego?” Evelyn rolls her eyes. “Whatever. I was just gonna grab it for cheap in case Mr. Auctioneer wanted to waterboard me or something.”
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