[apping to crux fleet]

[espio]

Alright, fess up. Which one of you numbskulls thought Sparklebirds in Space was a good idea? And more importantly, why didn't you talk them out of it?

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[espio]

[Lineface. Well, he obviously means Thatch, because Espio is getting plenty, thank you.]

I can't help him with that.

[fierybluebird]

It's the only way. You distract him with about fifty girls, hope like hell that's just enough for him to lose tabs on you and then you make a break for it.

[espio]

I don't have fifty girls, though.

[fierybluebird]

Find one and throw him at her?

[espio]

I wonder how far I can throw him...?

[fierybluebird]

Metaphorically.

[espio]

Literally sounds more fun.

[fierybluebird]

[GESTURES TO THE SEVEN FOOT TALL MAN.]

[GOOD LUCK.]

[espio]

[You seem to be forgetting two things: 1, Espio's strength does dip into super, and 2, junctioning. It makes him stronger.]

His size makes it a little awkward... I guess his feet'd still touch the floor if I lifted him...

[fierybluebird]

I've carried Thatch on my shoulders, but I wouldn't try to pick up Jozu.

[espio]

[Blinks. Imagines carrying Marco on his shoulders. ...weird image.]

If I carried any of you on my shoulders, I'd lose my balance.

[fierybluebird]

Exactly.

Remember what I told you the first time we met?

[espio]

That was four years ago! Of course I don't!

[fierybluebird]

[:| :| :|]

[Marco does.]

[He crouches down just like he did back then.]

Just because they're almost all five times my size doesn't mean anything.

[Poke.]

[espio]

Oh, that?

[He thought it might be something more, idk, significant.]

I'm sure that doesn't really apply.

[fierybluebird]

[Marco is actually miffed that Espio doesn't get it.]

[SO MIFFED.]

Why not?

[espio]

It sounds too much like a sappy reassurance for the tone of this whole conversation.

[fierybluebird]

[Espio he is going to throw you himself soon.]

[He just walks off.]

[You're on your own.]

[Enjoy your lizardmen porn if you can't figure out what he meant.]

[He just grumbles to himself in phoenix.]

Some chameleons, yoi....

[espio]

[Turns to Thatch and shrugs.]

I think he's mad that I don't give a shit about his insinuations. I was happy being ridiculous, way to spoil the mood.