Natsuki: going clown hunting
Yuri: have you checked the mirror
Natsuki: well if you wanted me to die you can just say so
Natsuki: Well, I’m going with not Yuri
Yuri: Well, that’s perfect because I don’t want to go with grammatically incorrect people anyway.
Sayori: Wait wait wait, I wrote some jokes!
Sayori: Why did Yuri throw butter out the window?
Yuri: I never did that! Sayori, are you telling lies?
MC: For the past couple of years, Natsuki has sent no less than four hundred death threats to The Pope. By carrier pigeon no less! They just, fly right into the Vatican! The latest one read as such.
Natsuki in the letter: Dear Chef Replacement, I just wanted send you this friendly little letter to inform you of your imminent demise. If you’re curious about the frequency of which I’ve sent these letters, it is merely to instill as much fear as I can. As if basting a turkey. Which I then proceed to have sex with. That’s right, I’M GOING TO FUCK THE FEAR TURKEY! Follow me on twitter @ThePinkFukr
Sincerly, Natuski
Monika: I can’t help but ponder the frightful headway we’d make if she put that sort of energy with her job.
MC: I’m a brave boy!
Monika: *exists*
MC: Not a brave enough boy for this!
MC: You ever want to talk about your feelings, Natsuki?
Natsuki: No.
Sayori: I do!
MC: I know, Sayori.
Sayori: I’m sad.
MC: I know, Sayori.
Natsuki: Don’t worry everyone, I have a subtle plan.
Yuri: A subtle plan,Natsuki? You wouldn’t recognise subtle plan if it painted itself purple and danced on a harpsichord, singing “Subtle plans are here again!”
