Here’s some more Ben Brainard Table but with the deities, champions, and avatars. (past and present deity in the case of Ferre lol)
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Aislinn; “Everyone, please put your flags at half staff.”
Sannawa; “I mean, I love Sandra Day O’Connor just as much as the next guy but half staff for her?”
Aislinn; “What? No. This is for *insert some terrible person from this universe here*.”
Sannawa; “Yeah… I’m not going to do that.”
Aislinn; “It may be another thousand years before we find someone as skilled in what they do as he was.”
Ferre; “Don’t be rude, Sanna! He was like the Bob Ross of war crimes! Just a true visionary!”
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Aislinn; “Did everyone have a good election cycle?”
Caleb; “It’s going good… But, uh, what do y'all think is a good way to settle a Mayor Tie?”
Aislinn; “Special election runoff.”
Ferre; “Fight to the death.”
Past Ferre, totally sarcastically; “Cook off?”
Caleb; “Yeah, all that kind of seems like too much of a time commitment for me.”
Aislinn; “Okay, well… What do you recommend?”
Caleb; “Coin flip.”
Aislinn; “A coin flip?”
Caleb, flipping the coin; “Burns won, let’s go home.”
Aislinn; “That’s not— No, that- That’s not okay.”
Past Ferre; “I might gotta use that in a minute…”
Caleb; “All yours.”
Aislinn; “And what’s going on with you?”
Past Ferre; “This man just won Parish Sheriff by one vote.”
Ferre; “Hehe, Parish Sheriff.”
Aislinn; “How many votes was it out of?”
Past Ferre; “43,000.”
Aislinn; “Jeez… And only one separated them? Are you doing a recount?”
Past Ferre; “Yup… By hand. One by one.”
Aislinn; “Don’t you think there’s a better way to do that?”
Past Ferre; “Nah.”
Sannawa; “Could’ve stopped that sentence after ‘think’.”
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Sannawa; “Will you drive me to L.A.X. next week?”
Aislinn; “Is it a red eye?”
Sannawa; “No, it’s spirit.”
Aislinn; “Where are you going?”
Sannawa; “Flying to Orlando for Halloween Horror Nights.”
Aislinn; “You know, I have a Halloween Horror Nights here, right?”
Sannawa; “No, you have a cheap knockoff.”
Aislinn; “Mine is just as good.”
Sannawa; “I noticed you didn’t just say it’s better. Telling. Very telling.”
Aislinn; “Will you shut up?”
Sannawa; “Absolutely not.”
Aislinn; “I’ll buy you a ticket to my horror nights. Come with me. If you still think that yours is better after that, then I’ll buy you a plane ticket. Fair?”
Sannawa; “That’s more than fair.”
Tomahawk; “If y’all want to have a good Halloween horror nights, y’all better come on down to New Orleans.”
Aislinn; “You have a Halloween Horror Nights?”
Tomahawk; “I got all three of those words.”
Aislinn; “I don’t think we’re thinking the same thing.”
Sannawa; “Oh, I can almost guarantee you’re not. But, I’m invested.”
Tomahawk; “You wanna have a bon temps?”
Sannawa, just asking for Aislinn; “Is that like a baked good of some kind?”
Tomahawk; “Mais, issa good time, y’all wanna be a little scared too, don’tcha?”
Aislinn; “Yeah, I guess that’s the essence of horror nights…”
Tomahawk; “Come on den, sha. Come and get you a bit of bof!”
Aislinn; “Is it safe?”
Tomahawk; “What was that?”
Aislinn; “I said, is it safe?”
Tomahawk; “How long that roof been dere?”
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Sanguinex; “Hey, swamp for brains, come get your dinosaur out of my lake.”
Tomahawk; “Sorry, but I can’t help ya. I gave up taking responsibility for lent.”
Sanguinex; “Well, somebody better come get Lyle before I turn him into some gator skin Timbs.”
Tomahawk; “Mais, I hate to be that guy, but technically, Lyle’s a croc, not a gator.”
*Meanwhile*
Sannawa; “What is going on?”
Ferre; “Is Sanna high?”
*Meanwhile*
Sanguinex; “Who cares if Lyle’s a crocodile? So what?”
Tomahawk; “Sooo, you can’t make gator skin boots with a croc! All your mom and them’s gonna laugh at ya.”
*Meanwhile*
Sannawa; “Oh myself, it’s snow.”
Ferre; “Snow?!”
*Meanwhile*
Sanguinex; “You know what? Thank you, Tomahawk. For helping me figure out where I’m going to stick this boot once I get it made.”
Tomahawk; “Oh ho ho, bring your boot to the boot then I’ll learn how to fais-do- do.” (A type of dance, so it’s basically a ‘fuck around and find out’.)
*Meanwhile*
Aislinn; “Think I finally got the lights fixed.”
*Meanwhile*
Sannawa; “Yeah, dude, there’s snow in SoCal! What do I do? Taste it?”
*Meanwhile*
Caleb; “The lights are already on?”
*Meanwhile*
Ferre; “I don’t know if ‘taste’ is the word I would use…”
*Meanwhile*
Aislinn, turning the lights off; “Yeah, that was the problem.”
Caleb; “Why did you do that?”
Aislinn; “Minnechaug High got hit with malware two years ago. They only just got the ability to turn their lights off again.”
Caleb, sigh at the end; “Okay, but you didn’t have to—”
*Meanwhile*
Ferre; “You’re supposed to smell it, Sannawa.”
Sannawa; “It doesn’t have a— Oh, I get what you’re doing now.”
Winter 
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