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[powerballad]

So you're, like...pacing this? So you're not going nuts and trying to shove me anywhere...before you figure out...my parents or anything. Right? I'm all "yeah, woo, yeah", gung-ho is great, whatever. But--be thorough. Or try. We definitely know you can try.

...Sorry, was that mean?

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[brolociraptor]

[ FLAIL. ] Lame! Gotta keep you on your toes, dude.

And hey, I'm trying. I have trauma too, you know, it's all super important and shit. But I am, though, I just like, have no idea how to do it. I suck at this.

[powerballad]

Eugh. I heard you had trauma, actually. What happened, low-main? [-TENANCE. IT'S A PUN.] I thought we were all fed up on the traumz!

[brolociraptor]

[ HURR HURR ] Yeah! See, that's what I thought, and that's what I was promised, but clearly there's not enough angst going around, so I gotta soak my feet in it a little and not even get a manicure afterwards.

Which is pretty fucking terrible treatment for a rockstar, I'll tell you that. [ 8| ] The whole nightmare thing's getting old.

[powerballad]

Oh, what? What, you mean that you thought they weren't going to torture you? Urr, golly, that sounds just crazy, Bradley. But hey--didn't you hear? We're doing manicures over here. You get pink.

[brolociraptor]

Man I am so silly, what was I thinking -- wait, did you say pink?

YES. I am all over that broseph, take me to your pink nail painting leader, gimme gimme.

[powerballad]

Ew, your nail beds are sick. And I don't mean that in the Ru Paul way. I mean they're gross. And flat.