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scopesandskullties:

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i’ve just been sitting here for like the past 10 minutes laughing at the mental image of jim at the end of the pool scene in tgg walking into a janitor’s closet and sighing heavily like ‘well dang now i gotta blow shit up’

and then he spends a few minutes just standing in the closet surrounded by like mops and bottles of pool chemicals with his ear to the door waiting for the right time to attempt to save face and fuck shit up

pulls out his phone with a text from his bf thats all ‘whats up babe’ he’s like ‘nm nm waitin on my dramatic entrance, u’

and the bf up in the second story of the pool atrium holding the sniper rifle texts back like “boss u walked into a closet dont even try to put a spin on this”