Hm. This is particularly strange for me because a few of my characters tend to iterate kind of poetic inspirational monologue as well as the typical story-moving chatter.
Wander: Sometimes in life there are days when nothing makes sense...
Wilder: Wait - if you made us, wouldn't that make you a Class-10 Universal Primary?
Doctor Destiny: Oh it's worse than that. Primaries play by rules - he's an author. The entirety of our universe is subject to his whims. Terrifying, isn't it?
Wilder: I'm not gonna be able to sleep tonight.
Wander: In these moments, it's important to remember the things that we love...
Doctor Tsar: It would seem that the creator of our universe - a universe filled with cosmic anxieties, I might add - is crippled by anxiety. I'm compiling a thesis on why our existence might be a cathartic coping mechanism for a flawed being, and methods to dispose of him.
Hi: I just wanna say that I'm so happy for all the beautiful things that...
Lo: Tell him to get rid of my massive depression monster. NOW. Or somebody gets erased.
Wander: Hold onto our dreams...
Doctor T: So I have you to blame for a lifetime of suffering and loneliness. What am I supposed to say, thank you?
Tarn: I also have you to thank for my resurrection. You have my gratitude. Next time do not involve Ughg the Bug, Keeper of Dirt. I despise insects.
Doctor Atrius: This week on Doctor Atrius' guide to the Universe, Celestial Authors: Fact or Fiction?
Wander: You just have to breathe, and keep moving...
Daedalus: You... you could fix my dementia with a flick of your fingers, right?... why did you keep me away from my son for so many years... I've never experienced cruelty like this in all my wanderings...
Icarus: Welp. This is awkward.
Ciduous Gaern: Identify Target.
C1: Class-X Celestial Author. Threat to the universe posed: Immeasurable.
Ciduous Gaern: Load cross-dimensional missiles.
Wander: And know that everything will be okay in the end.
Ciduous Gaern: Fire.