Mun got one of those new nifty Smartphones.

[notintehkitchen]

What is a smartphone? And why do you want to make the phone cute? Okay... maybe the rabbit one is a little cute...I mean--I understand making animals and people look cute by dressing them up but not a portable phone.

Mundane, you bought so many cases last night that I worry about your purchases. You aren't rich like me so you should be more careful with your money. I can't give you any of mine unfortunately.

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[hasstandards]

I don't see why a phone's got to be smart anyway. Sounds like somethin' Engineer would come up with.

[notintehkitchen]

Me neither. It's very small too in comparison to Miss Pauling's phone.

[hasstandards]

Small? How small? [Because frankly, Miss Pauling's phone could be used to bludgeon someone to death pretty easily.]

[notintehkitchen]

About five inches or so. It probably only weighs a couple ounces.

[hasstandards]

[He looks at his hand, attempting to mentally measure that out.]

It can't be that small and still work, can it?

[notintehkitchen]

I can't believe it either but it does. It's so tiny. If Heavy held it, I bet he'd crush it within seconds of trying to operate it.

[hasstandards]

I'd probably crush it if it's that small.

[Like he's that strong. He can dream.]

[notintehkitchen]

Maybe.

[She is so doubting that.]

[hasstandards]

[He gets that feeling.]

You don't think I could, do you?

[notintehkitchen]

Not unless you shot at it. Sorry.

[hasstandards]

[Grunt.]

I do have a knife I use on occasion. S'not like I'm that weak.

[notintehkitchen]

[Patting him on the head (regardless if he's wearing his hat or not), Pyro smiles.]

I know, I know.

[hasstandards]

I'm not.

[notintehkitchen]

I don't doubt your upper body strength.

[Or maybe she does.]

[hasstandards]

Then what do you doubt?

[notintehkitchen]

What do you mean?

[hasstandards]

You don't think I could do it.

[notintehkitchen]

I'll help you get stronger.

[hasstandards]

I don't need help. I'm plenty strong.

[notintehkitchen]

Could you beat me at a arm wrestling match?

[hasstandards]

Of course.

[No sooner is that out of his mouth does he looks like he might regret saying it, his eyes trailing to her arms.]

[notintehkitchen]

Fine, then I challenge you Mr. Hawk. If you can beat me, I'll recognize you as strong enough.

[hasstandards]

[He grunts again, too stubborn to back down.]

Fine. Arm wrestling it is.

[notintehkitchen]

Don't be sad if you lose.

[She sits down on the ground and places her right elbow smack down on it.]

[hasstandards]

[He eases onto the ground, determination in his eyes, quietly cursing his pride. No, he doesn't think for a second that he's weak, but to think he can beat someone who lugs around a flamethrower and an axe all day in an arm-wrestling match is wishful at best, and he knows it.

Still, he puts his hand out and accepts her challenge, unwilling to back down now.]

[notintehkitchen]

[Sniper may be weak, but he is still a man who refuses to give up his manly pride. Pyro thinks about faking it halfway through and letting him win before she wipes the idea from her mind. No, Sniper wouldn't accept something like that. If he's a real man, he'll want a good honest match.]

Ready?

[Placing her significantly smaller hand in his, she eyes him.]

[hasstandards]

[He wraps his fingers around hers, his hand swallowing hers whole.]

Ready. On three.

[notintehkitchen]

[She decides to start the countdown herself.]

One.

Two.

Three.

[Annnnnnnnd she's off! Sniper will instantly be dealing with some great force as Pyro flexes her fighting arm.]

[hasstandards]

[He grits his teeth, hand barely holding against the pressure she puts on his arm, and instantly regrets this challenge. That doesn't mean he's giving up easily, though- he pushes back with a snort, teeth bared.]

[notintehkitchen]

Does Mr. Hawk really think he can win? That's cute.

[Even with so much strength being put against her, Pyro is able to speak normally without much struggle. Attempting to move his hand closer to the ground, she grins.]

[hasstandards]

[Though his hand inches closer to the ground, he still fights back, burned by her teasing.]

I'm doin' fine. Now stop talking.

[Unlike her, his tone is already showing signs of strain.]

[notintehkitchen]

Why should I stop talking when it is so easy to talk while competing against you? You're not Heavy, not in the slightest are you a match in comparison to him.

[Pushing with all her might, she decides to end it quickly rather then watch him struggle. That would be more embarrassing for him, right?

Here goes Pyro's attempt at making his fist hit the ground.]

[hasstandards]

[There is no way he can compete when she actually tries- his strength falters, and his hand hits the ground with a thunk as he lets out a yelp.]

Alright, alright! You win.

[Cue sulking and rubbing his knuckles. Ow.]

[notintehkitchen]

[As she gets to her victory, Pyro raises from the floor and hops up and down before spinning in circles.]

I win! I win!

Unless you are Soldier or Heavy you better think again! I'm the THIRD best at arm wrestling on the team.

[hasstandards]

[He stays down for now, watching her celebratory display.]

Hn. I guess so.

[Someone is a sore loser.]

[notintehkitchen]

Don't worry, I bet you could beat Spy.

He's supposed to be the worst.

[hasstandards]

Probably. Scout, maybe.

[And that's probably about it.]

Doesn't mean I'm weak, though.

[pocketsurgeon]

Mine has von of zose too. She spends all day poking it for some unknown reason.

[notintehkitchen]

That's all my Mun has done since she has got hers. It's hard to get her away from it.

[pocketsurgeon]

Ja. She even uses it at stores und vhile on ze bus. I zink its an addiction.

[notintehkitchen]

Sensei, she keeps playing some scary game where she is trying to destroy the whole world by setting loose a virus! It's strange! I think she's becomming a murderer.

[pocketsurgeon]

She .. vhat? Vhat kind of virus? How ist she letting it loose?