can I just say that I want it to be 2025. I need my shows and what the hells coming out in 2024.
Tech: About 82.7% of all statistics are made up on the spot.
Omega: Really?
Hunter, face-palming: Tech, please stop trying to make jokes.
Crosshair: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.
Hunter: ... Your what?
Crosshair: My friends.
Tech: Are they saying “friends”?
Echo: I think they're being sarcastic.
Wrecker: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Crosshair! All of your friends are in this room.
Crosshair: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends!
*The squad is having dinner together*
Tech: Hunter, can you pass the salt?
Hunter: *Throws Crosshair across the table*
When you tell them you would die for them but you're also suicidal <3
Y'all know when you're bored at 1 am and you go on AI writing and it calls Hob Gadling a hobgoblin and now you can't read The Sandman ever again
Crowley: Aw you have a crush on me. How cute!
Aziraphale: Crowley, we are married and we adopted three kids.
Crowley: Still cute.
Echo: Can we talk about that mass email you sent?
Crosshair : Why? It was important.
Echo: All it says is, "I'm back on my shit".
Crosshair, shrugging: The people need to know.