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[mohawks]

So we doing the new game shuffle? Look, I'm just saying, this place better be a step up. I'm talking luxury style suits, and none of this event week bullshit. Dinosaurs, plagues, fuck that. You take me somewhere new, I want hot chicks, free beer and an out on all that stupid "character building" crap you're so amped up about.

And you know what, while I'm on the demand train here, stop your whining and do the canon review. Or figure out a way to cheat or something. It's not rocket science here. If I can get away with skipping every math class in the last three years, you can figure out how to get the Cliff Notes deal for this review thing.

Step your game up, got it?

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[mohawks]

[ LMFAO U MAD SANTANA also you lost him at jell-o baths fyi ]

Jell-O baths? No, tell me about that. Was it like a wrestling type deal or...?

[satana]

[ FUQ U PUCKERMAN I WANT MARTINIS TOO ]

Here, let me detail every last minute of a video that you could find within two minutes of searching on PornoTube. [ So Santana speaks three languages, and Sarcasm is the one she has learned before Spanish or English. She snaps her fingers in his face. ] Hello? Luxury suits? Deets?

[mohawks]

[ TOO BAD THEY DON'T HAVE MARTINIS IN SPACE HUH ]

You can't just throw Jell-O into a conversation and not talk about it. [ ugh snapping in his face excuse him while he leans back. ] I'm just saying, if she's dragging me off somewhere else, it'd better be somewhere classy. Or whatever.

[satana]

Fine, it was super hot being kept in some creepo sci-fi containment chamber in Victoria's best and getting tossed into a room full of half-naked people. I swear, there's Japanese pornos that start off exactly like this. Whatever, most unsexy potentially sexy thing ever. I don't even think it's Jell-O.

[ She jerks her head at Puck, and folds her arms. ] What's the deal with the place she's chucking you?

[mohawks]

[ NO SANTANA YOU RUINED IT....... ]

Seriously, you couldn't just try to make it sound hot? Was it the bra with the little lace thing, at least?

[ essential information. ]

I dunno. Finn says there's singing flowers and some kind of mist we're not supposed to touch.

[satana]

[ She takes a step forward with a seductive smile, and even peels back the corner of her top to show the smallest bit of, in fact, black lace. ]

The one with the red underneath and the lace over it? With the matching G-string? [ Brows carefully and surreptitiously canting upwards--! Before she sets her shirt back and brushes her hands clean. ] Too bad you can't get up on any of that anymore. Your loss.

[ Flowers and what. She's wrinkling her nose here. ] Is it a Pixar movie or just a sidestop at the Disney store? F'realzies.

[mohawks]

[ leeeeeaning in for a better look. hello bra, hello boobs, he's missed you WAIT NO COME BACK. ]

That was so uncalled for. [ sometimes he really hates you santana jsyk but no not really because ~bromance ]

He makes it sound like there's shit to be worried about but come on, singing flowers? It's gotta be a cakewalk.

[satana]

You were the one that went fishing for whales. You are so not on my to-do list anymore.

[ never mind that whole being concerned about liking vaginas thing that's just way off base ]

Just so you're aware, you do realize you're taking advice from the dude who thought he could get a girl up the spout by prematurely frosting a hot tub, right? For all you know, the biggest danger there is the lack of a bra covert enough to contain those B-cups he's smuggling under his jersey.

[mohawks]

We have so already talked about Zizes righteous rack. I could have lived there.

[ oh of course that has nothing to do with anything. ]

Hey, he's there and I'm not yet. I gotta take someone's word for this.