jeff: what the fuck cant you see im trying to tweet. go see a doctor thats not normal or humanly possible what the fuck is wrong with you
britta: well [y/n] according to my therapy sheet, rabies tends to come hand in hand with ocd and anxiety so i already saw this coming. im breaking up with you.
annie: thats legitimately concerning. why haven’t you called 911? why are you telling me? do you only have 24 hours left to live?
shirley: well, [y/n], it’s all in jesus’ hands now
troy: [starts crying out of the blue] I KNEW YOU WERE HIDING SOMETHING FROM ME THIS WHOLE TIME [Y/N]. I’M SO SORRY? DID I GIVE YOU RABIES? WAS IT ME? DID I
abed: no you dont. that isn’t possible. this is a tumblr post. this is an inside joke, within an inside joke, made up of several other inside jokes. m̺̜̰͖̠͍̻e͕̬ta,̣͙̤ m̖̤̖̘e͍̼t̯̖͟a̸̯̞,̡̣ a͠n̝̩͢d m̬̫o̜͓͉͉͎re̡͙̫̫̹̣ ͠m̟̹̥̖e̵͉̙͔̙t͏a͖͚͓͖̼.̖̤̗͍̥ i̧̧̲̤͓̭͎̯͉̎ͩ̾̒̂̓ͦ̉͡ ā̷̷̲̼̩̤̞ͤ̋ͦ̅̀m̸̟̻͓̻̜̱ͬ̀͋͠ ́́͐ͭ̽̽ͮ҉͚̠̜̮g̜̝ͧ̄̒ͣͅo̴̡͍̪̹̙̹̬ͮ̚ͅd̘̃͑̿̾͒̆ͦͬ̏.̓ͨ̈̃ͦ̓̔̏̾͡
pierce: [says something racist + unfunny because hes chevy chase]
[Caption: Gifs from Community. Craig motions with his hand and says, “Abed, you’re special. Can’t you just stand at the scene of the crime and see what happened?” Abed says, “I see a man…Using a social disorder as a procedural device.” Abed looks around the room as he continues, “Wait, wait, wait. I see another man. Mildly autistic super-detectives everywhere. Basic cable. Broadcast networks. Pain. Painful writing. It hurts.” Abed then walks out of the room.]