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[cowardly_dog]

Oh, no no no, my mundane, do not be alarmed or upset! You have, of course, said it yourself numerous times by now. Though I am, but of course, most flattered! Oui, I am not him; he is not me. This I understand all too well. Although I am not seeing why you are liking him so much better than moi. Hmph! My bravery, it is to be knowing no boundaries! But I am good enough to be speaking for this other me, non?

And I must be saying that it is also flattering that you have, at last, come to your sense and made this new account just for myself. Surely I will not be going to waste, I am thinking, hm?

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Here have a random Block Dude

[tree_puncher]

Hello...

[There is now a 1.7 meters tall dude made of blocks that's got white Text above his head that said: "Steve?" Your reaction please?]

[waypastcool]

You, brave?

[...3... 2... 1...

Okay, yeah, he's cracking up. PFFFT.]

[cowardly_dog]

Oh, ha ha ha, laugh all that you are wanting! Do not be denying the truth before your very eyes!

[waypastcool]

If you're brave, then I'm a real slow-mo, Ant.



[A beat.]

And just between you and me, I'm not.

[cowardly_dog]

Perhaps it is your mind that is slow, hmph! Believe what you will. Someday, the Princess will see the truth of things.

[waypastcool]

Nah. She totally digs my speed, good looks, and way cool 'tude.

[Most of the time. ...Maybe. She sure seemed more than happy to kiss him at the end of season 2, haha.]

[cowardly_dog]

[Shut up he'll totally woo her one day if Bunnie doesn't get to him first.] Is that so certain? The "tude" of yours wears on many nerves.

[waypastcool]

Ant, maybe you're just fussy. You oughta loosen up, man.

[Let us not forget a certain margarine incident.]

[cowardly_dog]

And you could learn to be more serious.

[waypastcool]

Naaaah. That's way too boring.

[cowardly_dog]

[Le long-suffering sigh.] Why am I not at all surprised...

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

You're certainly modest.

[cowardly_dog]

[Le haughty little sigh.] Oui, this is but one of my many traits of desire.

[minor_setback]

Ah, a Frenchman. The natural cowards of Earth.

[cowardly_dog]

Excusez-moi, are you by any chance calling myself out to be a coward, hm?

[minor_setback]

I thought it was obvious.Everyone with French blood in them is a coward.

[cowardly_dog]

It is very good, then, that I am not from France nor this Earth. [Yeah, French accents and cliches in places that don't technically have France. Technicalities are his friend.]

[minor_setback]

A mere technicality. It does not really matter what hometown location you come from. As long as you have French blood coursing through your veins, you will always be a coward.

Case in point... [Evil the Cat unsheathes his claws and fake-lunges at the Frenchman.]

[rabbot]

Antione, ya'll aren't making a bit of sense. What's this about some other you?

[cowardly_dog]

It is as I say, a moi from a...eh...differing world, might you say? The mundane, she frets, but there is no reason.

[rabbot]

My stars, another Antoine out there somewhere?

[cowardly_dog]

Not here that I have been seeing, but oui, some other of myself. And of all of the others! Things, from what mundane has been reading, are going far worse for these others than for ourselves. It is pitiful, but there is nothing to be done but the waiting and the speculating.

[letsdoit2it]

And just where were you planning on going, Antoine..?

[cowardly_dog]

Oh, my Princess, I go where my heart takes me! To the most dangerous of lands, to face the most terrible of enemies! Ah, but, I do it all gladly, for you.

...However, I am staying right put for now.

[letsdoit2it]

Uh-huh. Well, I'm certain that your mun will find someplace perfect for you. [Right.]