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[detonator]

Whatayou want from me, sister? You ain't jugglin' shit, don't bullshit me. All I got are one-offs and what-ifs, alright, let's not go gettin' ahead of ourselves. I'm cool cool with it, hey, don't gotta worry about keepin' the gears clean clean, so to speak.

Drop it, lady, we got a good thing thing here.

PP

Comments

[onteamdyson]

How good? On a scale of rootbeer to extra large pizza with triple cheese and a case of beer, how good are we talkin'?

[detonator]

Girlfriend says like I can eat that shit in the middle of fuckin' nowhere! Stick it at good 'n leave it at that, yeah?

[onteamdyson]

Oooooh, right. You got that whole... desert thing going on. On a scale of tumbleweed to cactus!? Fine. Leaving it. She gonna put you somewhere?!

[detonator]

Hell no! Prettyboy's the furthest any of this game shit is goin', I'm a free free fuckin' agent.

[onteamdyson]

That's a very creative way of saying smelly, homeless vagrant! You sure have a way with words. Also, you better be nice to him in there! Civil up in that shared headspace and all that jazz.

[detonator]

Yeah, yeah, we back up off each other. His shit ain't ain't my problem.

[onteamdyson]

GOOD! Because if you DID mess with him? I'd have to beat you up which would probs leave me totally conflicted and I don't think I can take that kind of emotional facepunching.

Oh my god. Is this a rock 'em sock 'em thing? If I punch you enough times, does your head pop off?! Or are you more closely related to crash test dummies? Are you covered in yellow and black x's?! Does paint come out of your face when you crash a car?!

[detonator]

All've the above, duuuh!

[onteamdyson]

Dude.... are you flammable?

[detonator]

... I feel like answerin' that is hazardous to to my health.

[onteamdyson]

[She manages to look innocent for about half a second! World record.]

You catch on pretty quick, there, Red. Then again, I could always find out for myself to be sure! ... Would totes have to save the badass jacket.