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[hecklinghare]

[just sitting there, leaning against a tree and chomping on a carrot. He looks over at his mun and shrugs.]

Nyeeeh, been der and done dat munny, but ya know how I feel 'bout makin' da same picture twice.

[Pause before he smirks.]

Even if Hollywood's been goin' sequel crazy lately.

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[hecklinghare]

[casually putting a censorship bar over that journal of yours, kid.

He looks at the muns before pointing at John with his thumb.]

Digs, he says. Say, kid, don't start a pun war unless yer ready.

[ss_buttcrack]

[Crichton doesn't need to look at his mun. One can practically hear knuckles cracking from behind the keyboard.]

Oh, I was born ready, you dig?

[hecklinghare]

[He reaches 'off-screen' and pulls a Napolean-style hat into view. Plopping it on his head he smirks at the human. Dis means war.]

I dig it, kid, soil-ly you jest.

[ss_buttcrack]

[Hat's a fun touch. Mun, why doesn't he get a hat?]

I'm usually a real down-to-Earth guy, but I can get down and dirty when I need to.

[hecklinghare]

[Bugs can share if the right moment strikes. Gotta be funny after all.]

Ah, see now dat seems ta be da root a your problem. Can't expect ta rake in any sorta joke dat way.