neil every time he leaves the foxhole court:
what else is there to do but make twitter edits part 16
neil: i may have lied
the foxes: you may have or you did?
neil: i may have did
neil: love is dead and never existed. all you did was betray me as i lay sick and festering. you are the definition of dread.
matt: are you okay?
neil: coach won’t let me come to practice.
matt: your leg is bROKEN—
neil: and?
andrew: i’m scared
neil: why?
andrew: there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly
aaron, on the bottom bunk: fuck you
abby: how would you rate your pain?
neil: 0/10
abby: how? your ankle is literally going the wrong way
neil: yeah, 0/10 would NOT recommend
andrew: where are my fucking knives?
abby: andrew, language!
andrew: fine. may i ascertain the whereabouts of my fucking knives?
neil: *sees a kid crying at exites*
neil: hey little guy
neil: *crouches down to his level*
neil: can you move you’re blocking the racquets
neil: people tell me i have a unique way of lighting up the room
kevin: it’s called “arson”, and those people are called “witnesses”