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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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[gleans]

Green? IIIII dunno, Daph, this close to St. Patrick's Day?

[powerballad]

Look--it's like a neon, so if we put a pretty top coat over it, not only will you be so metro, but you'll also be safe from pinches on Saturday!

[gleans]

Fiiiine, fiiiine. I can roll with it.

[powerballad]

Gnee! [Hell yes, you can roll with it, and you can roll with her sidehugging you around the stomach. And bouncing just a little before letting go.] Just count yourself lucky you have pretty singer hands.

[gleans]

[ Yessssss take that hug back, tiny. ]

Okay, I get piano hands, but singer hands?

[powerballad]

Because you play guitar, but you don't play it that hard most of the time. Therefore, you don't have sweetass callouses as bad as like me or Brad. You don't have the hands of a working man!

[gleans]

Aw shit, schooled. Can't help it, Nee, my skin is just workproof.