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Did some digging in the files and found some interesting cut content. Felt it was my duty to share with everybody:

label cutcontentparody:

scene black

play music "audio/SFX/Cheers.mp3"

"Thursday, 8:30 P.M."

scene motavern

stop music

#Jayce and the gang are all at Dean Mo’s secret college bar to blow off some steam and get some well deserved drinks.

Mo “So, what’s everybody having?”

John “The usual, a confrontation with an authority figure.”

Mo NOT IN MY GODDAM BAR YOU WON’T BOY!”

John "Oh, right. How about a life changing revelation then?”

Tom “Don’t look at me, I’m not your real brother.”

Maccon "Ah…I’d like an illicit affair with a man.”

Mo "I think you’ve had enough of those already.”

Fox “Well, I’d like to clumsily written out of the script please….oh, my heart.”

hide fox with dissolve

Tom “Cheer up everybody. How about we treat ourselves to an absurd storyline to boost our Patreon?”

Rask “You’ll be lucky to get one of those, before the comet hits the laundromat.”

play music "audio/SFX/FinalImpact.mp3"

screen shake

play sound "audio/SFX/underwearexploding.mp3"

Mo “What about you Jayce?”

Jayce “Mine’s a cliff hanger please.”

Mo “There’s no way you’re getting one of those!”

All “What?         
          Why?         
          What’s going on?
          Tell us Uncle?”

Mo “It’s because I’m….I’m…..”

jump tobecontinued

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MACOON WOULD LIKE TO HAVE A WHAT WITH A MAN??????

Make sure nobody sees you leave
Hood over your head, keep your eyes down
Tell your friends you're out for a run
You'll be flushed when you return
Take the road less traveled by
Tell yourself you can always stop
What started in beautiful rooms
Ends with meetings in parking lots

And that's the thing about illicit affairs
And clandestine meetings and longing stares
It's born from just one single glance
But it dies, and it dies, and it dies
A million little times

Leave the perfume on the shelf
That you picked out just for him
So you leave no trace behind
Like you don't even exist
Take the words for what they are
A dwindling, mercurial high
A drug that only worked
The first few hundred times

And that's the thing about illicit affairs
And clandestine meetings and stolen stares
They show their truth one single time
But they lie, and they lie, and they lie
A million little times

And you wanna scream
Don't call me "kid"
Don't call me "baby"
Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me
You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else

Don't call me "kid"
Don't call me "baby"
Look at this idiotic fool that you made me
You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else

And you know damn well
For you, I would ruin myself
A million little times