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Some extra gifs that I thought looked cool w/o captions

+ Brett getting the hug he desperately needed

Gigi:I stand here before you, in sweatpants for the first time ever, to celebrate Reagan Ridley in a place where she spent much of her life, a bar in a house she was not invited to. 

Gigi:Reagan was… full of surprises. 

Gigi: I never knew if she was going to ruthlessly make fun of me, or totally objectify me in a way that was flattering, and also vaguely problematic. 

Gigi:Well - But whether she was lifting me up or calling me out I never felt quite so seen as when she saw me. 

Andre:… 

Andre:Reagan, I know you don’t like it when people get all emotional about you, so I channeled all of my love for you into this song.

Andre, high on drugs: WOWOWOW WAWAWAWA DUNDUNDUDUN DUGADUNDUNDUN!

Andre:That’s when the foam cannons go pshh! 

Andre:Explode outward! And then back to the song.

Andre:WOWOWOW WAWAWA-

Reagan:Okay, okay, we’re good. Thank you. 

Andre:Yeah.

Gigi: Reagan, I owe you an apology. 

Gigi: I’m very sorry I meddled. Truly, I was only trying to help, because I want you two to be happy. And because, well, I love you. 

Gigi: I really do. I love you both. 

Reagan:[Crying]

Gigi: Oh, no. I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong again? 

Reagan: No, I’m just crying because you’re such a nice and thoughtful friend. 

Reagan: And the emotions aren’t coming out because I’m angry, they’re coming out of my eyes because I’m happy, which is somehow just as embarrassing. 

Reagan: Why are you crying? 

Gigi: I don’t know. I’m Gigi, I… 

Gigi:I never cry. 

Gigi: But you’re saying these nice things about me, and it’s making me cry. 

Gigi: And also, this is less important, but the carpeting is really disgusting.

Reagan:Brett, when my father betrayed me, used me, and ruined my life, I was confused and disoriented, but you were always kind to me. 

Reagan:And according to the central theme of 231,600 songs, movies, poems, and novels that I researched for these vows ever since we started dating, which was just a day ago, that’s what love’s all about. 

Reagan: Does anybody here object to this marriage? 

Myc:Of course we do!

Gigi: How could we not object? 

Myc: Yes, it is a terrible idea!

Reagan:Overruled. 

Reagan:Brett? 

Brett:Mhmm?

Reagan: Do you want me to be your wife? 

Brett:Yeah. 

Reagan:And I want you to be my husband. 

Reagan: So, by the power vested in me, by me, I now pronounce us husband and wife. 

Brett, laughing: We did it!

Brett: Can I kiss you, or will you punch me?

Reagan, laughing: Only one way to find out. 

Gigi: Whoo, get some! Got get it, girl! 

Myc:We’re just going with it now.

Reagan, to the gang about Rafe: Everyone, I want you to meet Rafe, Rafe Masters. 

Rafe, laughing: Oh, the legendary study group. 

Rafe: I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to build up the courage to meet you. I guess you can see why. 

Brett, Gigi, Andre, Glenn, and Myc:

Glenn:Uh, is he ashamed of having a perfect jawline?

Gigi: And 0% body fat?

Rafe: Still can’t believe she wants to marry me. A dumb old legendary secret agent who barely has an 8-pack. 

Brett, Gigi, Andre, Glenn, and Myc:

Andre:Do you know what you look like?

Reagan: Well, in the first 24 hours, he caused the world to erupt into chaos, and then my father made my life’s work evil. It was kind of a rough start.

Reagan: But things calmed down after Brett started helping me learn about being nice and all. 

Gigi:Okay, tell me about that. 

Reagan: … 

Reagan: Well, as you know, I worked with Brett every day, and then Brett got sick of me, so I did some nice stuff to make him feel better. And later, I confessed because Brett was being tortured by guilt, and I just felt awful seeing his little, sweet face all contorted. 

Reagan, as Brett: “Oh, Reagan, I want to throw up because of what you did.” 

Reagan, laughs: He is such a dork. 

Robo Reagan: You know, a lot of people I met feel regret about things they never said… admissions of guilt or anger… or love. 

Reagan:… 

Reagan: Are you making a move on me? 

Reagan: It’s fine… I just didn’t see it coming. Uh, well, hooking up with someone with the exact same name.. And the exact same almost everything, it is kind of a fun, narcissistic fantasy… 

Reagan: No, no, Reagan, I… I’m talking… I could be into it. 

Robo Reagan: Mm, no, I’m talking about you and Brett. 

Gigi:Now, ordinarily, you having feelings for a colleague would be a conflict of interest… 

Reagan: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You think I’m into Brett? 

Myc: Yes, Reagan, we do. Because you are.

[A few minutes later]

Reagan: No, no, no, you’re wrong. There are way more things I hate about Brett than like about him. 

Gigi: Like what? 

Reagan: His stupid Joker smile, his extensive suit collection, oh, and he loves 80s so much. He once talked about Dane Cook for two hours… 

Reagan: I timed it. And he only stopped because he saw me timing him. 

Reagan:Granted, he laughed, and kind of made fun of himself, it was a nice moment, but still. 

Reagan:

Reagan:He always twitches his eyebrows when he says “absolutism,” and he tilts his head whenever I say anything ignorant, but he never makes fun of me, which is nice. 

Reagan:He’s also incredibly patient, and kind, and surprisingly jacked, and- 

Reagan: Oh, fuck, I’m in love with Brett.

Gigi: So, what is Reagan to you?

Brett: The reason I wake up every morning.

Gigi: Awe, that is so sweet!

[Earlier that morning]

Reagan, barging into Brett′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

Brett, singing: My grandpa has a nose and my grandma has a nose!

Brett, still singing: Reagan had a nose! Gigi has a nose! Andre has a nose! Glenn has a nose!

Brett, continuing: Myc has uhh— everyone you know has a nose, nose, nose!

Glenn:

Glenn: My grandfather’s nose was blown off in the war so that song is a filthy lie.

Reagan:Why are your tongues purple?

Gigi: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Andre: I had a red one.

Reagan:Oh.

Reagan:

Reagan:OH!

Brett:

Brett: You drank each other’s slushies?

Andre: Reagan isn’t answering her phone.

Brett, sighing: I’ll call.

Glenn:

Brett: [Dials Reagan]

Glenn: Gigi, Andre, Myc, and I have all tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Reagan:Brett?

Reagan, coming into the war room: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Glenn, shocked: Reagan— Language!

Brett:Yeah, watch your fucking language.

Andre: OKAY WHO TAUGHT BRETT THE FUCK WORD?

Gigi: ‘The fuck word’.

Myc: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time!

Gigi: Oh my god, they censored it.

Glenn:Say fuck, Myc.

Gigi: Do it, Myc. Say fuck.

Reagan: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Brett:What if it bites me and it dies!?

Gigi:Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Brett, learn to listen.

Andre: What if it bites itself and I die?

Glenn: That’s voodoo.

Brett: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Myc: That’s correlation, not causation.

Glenn: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Andre:That’s kinky.

Reagan: Oh my God.

[The Gang is over at Reagan’s house]

Brett: Ohhhh, we each get our own oven?

Reagan:

Reagan:N-No…

Reagan, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have?!

Brett, motioning to her kitchen: Three, I thought!

Gigi: Ooh! I see a-

Reagan, motioning to one device: This is a microwave.

Brett: Oh, well I-

Reagan: Hey wait wait, actually- hang on-

Reagan: [Fiddles with the buttons on the microwave]

Reagan, amazed: Its got a bake setting!

Andre: Ohoho, you learn something new every day!

Glenn: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first?

Reagan: Now I’ve just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don’t have to roshambo nothin!

Reagan: I am someone who owns four ovens…

Reagan, louder and way too happy: I am someone… who owns FOUR OVENS…

Reagan:I didn’t know I was so rich with ovens…

Myc, pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven!

Reagan:

Brett: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens!

Reagan:

Reagan, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS

[The gang right before Brett and Reagan’s wedding]

Reagan: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend.

Gigi:Wait… Oh! I have a wedding to attend too!

Andre: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as well!

Glenn:

Glenn: I THINK WE ALL HAVE WEDDINGS TO ATTEND–

Myc, panicked: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE–

Reagan, checking the invitation card:Wait…

Reagan:I’m getting married today?!

Myc: Reagan… How do I begin to explain Reagan Ridley?

Brett:Reagan is flawless.

Gigi:I hear her hair’s insured for $10,000.

Glenn: I hear she studied at high elite schools… in Japan.

Andre: One time he punched me in the face… it was awesome.

Brett: Just be yourself.

Reagan: “Be myself”?

Reagan: Brett, I have one day to win someone over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me?

Brett:I’ve liked you since the moment I met you.

Andre: Eh, couple weeks.

Glenn: Six months.

Gigi: A few years.

Myc: Jury’s still out.

Brett:

Reagan:

Reagan: See, Brett?

Reagan:“Be yourself”. What kind of garbage advice is that?

Gigi: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.

Brett:Okay, but what is updog?

Glenn: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.

Reagan: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.

Myc:No, that’s an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.

Brett: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.

Reagan: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.

Andre: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.

Myc:No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.

Glenn:What’s a henway?

Gigi: Oh, about five pounds.

Rand: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something?

Reagan, with no hesitation at all: Nope, absolutely not.

Brett: Sorry Rand, but I have to side with Reagan for this one.

Gigi: I hope it sucks, whatever you’re going through.

Andre: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.

Glenn: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you.

Myc: I can’t wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could’ve changed that outcome.

Brett: Reagan kissed me!

Andre, gasping:NO!

Gigi, squealing: Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!

Drakken: It’s unbelievable.

Gigi:Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!

Andre: Okay, okay. We wanna hear everything.

Andre:Glenn, get the wine and unplug the phone. Brett, does this end well or do we need tissues– Gigi, get tissues just incase!

Brett: Oh, it ended VERYwell.

Glenn, running in with wine glasses: Do not start without me! Do not start without me!

Gigi, calming down: Alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it like a soft brush against your lips, or was it like, a you know, “I gotta have you now” kinda thing?

Brett: Well, at first it was really intense, you know, and then— oh God– and then we just sorta sunk into it…

Gigi, Andre, and Glenn, squealing:Aww!

[Meanwhile]

Reagan, eating pizza: And uh, and then I kissed him.

Myc, also eating pizza:Tongue?

Reagan:Yeah.

Myc:Cool.

Myc:C'mon, Reagan. Brett isn’t going to be a problem.

Myc: You and Brett just need to bone.

Reagan:

Reagan, angrily: What did you say?

Gigi:No, honey, don’t say it—

Myc, deadpan: I said you two need to bone.

Reagan, angrily and loudy:HoooOOW DARE you, Magic Myc! I am YOUR BOSS!!!

[5 Minutes In]

Reagan, mad and screaming:BONE!!!!

[10 Minutes More]

Reagan, still mad and still screaming: What happens in my bedroom, Myc, is NONE of YOUR business!!

[21 Minutes Passing By, Andre and Glenn Present]

Reagan, still very mad:!BOOOOONE?!?!

[40 Minutes Later, Everyone Present]

Reagan, still evidently mad:Don’tEVER speak to me LIKE THAT again.

Reagan:Okay, for this to work, you need to be mean to people. Can you do that?

Brett: Yeah! Try me

Reagan:Get me a glass of water.

Brett, handing her a glass of water: Here you go!

Gigi:No, honey. Let’s try again. Be mean!

Brett:Alright

Andre: I’ll try. Brett, get me a glass of water.

Brett:No, I would never give you that, you… dumb person.

Reagan:

Reagan: Brett, what do you have behind your back?

Brett:Nothing.

Reagan:… 

Brett:… 

Reagan:… 

Reagan: Give it to me.

Brett, pulling a glass of water: It’s a glass of water.

Gigi: Oh, boy.

Brett, pulling another glass: And a backup glass.

Andre: We’re screwed, aren’t we?

Gigi:You think?

Reagan:Gigi told me instead of being sad I should “Go get it, girl,” so I’m going to “Go get it, girl”.

Robotus:Get what?

Reagan:Unclear. I’ll get everything, just to be safe.

Reagan:Good news! I have a great idea.

Myc, sighs: Is it actually a bad idea?

Reagan: I don’t understand.

Brett:You said you had a great idea. Is that what you have, or do you have a bad idea?

Reagan: I have a great idea.

Gigi: You’re sure? You have a great idea and not a bad one?

Reagan: That is correct. I have a great idea. I do not have a bad idea.

Myc: Excellent. Let’s hear the idea.

Reagan, enthusiastically: We bet our very own lives and the sake of this planet to trusting Robotus and hope that he doesn’t betray us.

Brett, Gigi, Myc, Glenn, and Andre:

Andre, trying not to scream: Thank you, Reagan.

Gigi, sighing: Can I tell you something? 

Gigi:… 

Gigi:You’re my role model. 

Reagan, snorting: Come on. 

Gigi:I’m serious. 

Reagan:Gigi, you were already the most impressive person I ever met, and now you can do literally everything. 

Gigi: If that’s true, it’s because you inspired me. 

Reagan:

Gigi:I admire you so very much. Your strength, your toughness, your self-esteem, not to mention you have a rocking bod. 

Reagan:… 

Reagan:Did you just turn the tables on me? 

Reagan: I got nothing left to teach you.

Gang as Random Images Saved in My Phone 2

Reagan Ridley

Brett Hand

Gigi Thompson

Andre Lee

Glenn Dolphman

Magic Myc

Bonuses: Bear-o

J.R. Scheimpough

Rand Ridley

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