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[miraculls]

[Action; inside 1338 Benny]

[Some people deal with teenage drama and fights with their best friends by drowning their sorrows in ice cream and shitty movies. Gamzee, on the other hand, drowns his sorrows in pies. Unfortunately, the human pies don't work half as well as his sopor ones do when it comes to making him feel better, plus his stomach

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[buildstherobots]

[You know what? Dist could use some pie right about now. He hasn't been able to lift out of his depressed funk for weeks, so he can't help but stop and raise an eyebrow at the table.]

What's this, now?

[miraculls]

[languidly waves]

Heeeeey, brother! You interested in kicking back a slice or two? Ain't charging no starmonkey boondollars for this, haha.

[buildstherobots]

Starmonkey... ...whatever.

[Free pie? What could possibly be wrong with that? So Dist shrugs, sakes a slice, and parks his ass on the curb to eat.]

Why'd you make so many?

[miraculls]

Guess I kinda motherfuckin' lost track of how many I made, haha. It's all good, just means there's more to share with friends.

[cuts out another slice for himself]

[buildstherobots]

[Well, that's a concept that makes Dist all fuzzy inside. Or maybe that's whatever the hell is in that pie, but regardless, that funk is starting to lift somewhat.]

How do you stay so cheerful?

[miraculls]

[nothing in that pie but miracles]

It ain't hard. I got me lots of real good motherfuckin' friends, my motherfuckin' appreciate on about the beautiful miracles in life, and all my motherfuckin' faith that everything will be all up turning out all right. What's there to be getting my harsh on about after that?

[buildstherobots]

[Dist snorts a little, then reaches for another slice. He's suddenly hungry.]

You're lucky.

[miraculls]

You think so? I think every motherfucker's got loads of shit they can be real glad about, haha.