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[butterflyqueen]

Oh, sure, I've got plenty of time to screw around with you. It's not like, you know, I'm a super-villainess who has an entire floating cocoon full of henchmen to take care of! Just ship me off to one of your stupid little games, because I don't have anything better to do.

Fucking teenagers...

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[notbloodylikely]

Hey, teenagers have a lot of good sides too, sweetheart.

[shockjock]

A cocoon?

[Guess who's not taking you seriously right now, Dr. Girlfriend. You and your cigarette carton-a-day kind of voice.]

[butterflyqueen]

Not when they're calling me 'sweetheart', sweetheart.

[butterflyqueen]

It's my husband's thing-- Wait, why am I even explaining this to some nobody?

[Hey, at least she can swear as much as she likes, little miss kid's show.]

[shockjock]

I think the better question here's what makes you think you've got anything on me.

Judgin' from those threads, the worst you've ever done is over-pollinate some loser's begonias.

[notbloodylikely]

[Insufferable prick teenager has just gotta take that challenge.]

Oh, really? Well there's a million other petnames I can try out, honey.

[butterflyqueen]

[And deep voiced villainess just takes it as yet another reason to hate kids.]

Go ahead and try it, kid. Just make my day.

[butterflyqueen]

Oh, that's cute. Some little girl is trying to act like she can play in the big leagues.

And trust me, a real pro knows to look pass the outfit.

[notbloodylikely]

Well, petal, I'm pretty sure I can make your day in all sorts of ways.

[butterflyqueen]

How old are you?

[notbloodylikely]

Legal.

[That's an answer, right?]

[butterflyqueen]

In what universe? You look like a fucking twelve year-old - and I've had some weird, weird sex, but there's not a chance in Hell I'm letting a pre-teen screw me.

[notbloodylikely]

Twelve year-

I... I ain't even got a response to that. You got many giant, manly kids where you're from!?

[butterflyqueen]

Honestly, I don't even know anymore.

[notbloodylikely]

...not gonna lie, babe, but that's a weird thing to not know.

[Although the tone has suddenly switched from dreadful flirting to sort of concerned.]

[shockjock]

I do play in the big leagues, little miss pack-a-day. The real ones.

Unless you've got somebody stronger than Super-man [god she still can't say that name in a neutral tone of voice, that miserable big blue jackass] stashed away inside your butterfly princess clubhouse, you're bush league.