Game is Glaxcin Prison

[bruiserprincess]

This is getting out of hand. Now there's two of them. Like I didn't have enough trouble keeping one teenaged boy that's constantly losing his pants out of trouble.

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[hisnameisthecaptain]

They know there are things called belts right?

If not, someone should tell them.

[bruiserprincess]

They know. They just apparently need the kind that have locks on them.

[hisnameisthecaptain]

Tell them it's the newest thing.

[bruiserprincess]

Gotta convince the Warden first.

[Yeah, she's thought about this]

[hisnameisthecaptain]

Curb stomp the warden.

[bruiserprincess]

As soon as I manage to find the jerk, I plan to punch him into next week.

[hisnameisthecaptain]

I like your style, kid.

[bruiserprincess]

Sometimes people need punching. Like interdimensional kidnappers.

[hisnameisthecaptain]

Yeah, and hipsters. And cops.

Not the Ron in question.

[usedconfusion]

Yes. Look, it's not my fault. Well, except for the time I had to close off that steam pipe with my belt, but usually not my fault. I mean, it's not like belts help with clothes being shredded to tiny bits.

[hisnameisthecaptain]

Ever thought of avoiding that sort of ☠☠☠☠?

[usedconfusion]

Okay, 1: The language? Totally uncalled for. 2: Trying to avoid just makes it worse.

[hisnameisthecaptain]

One, ☠☠☠☠ you kid. I'm the adult here. Two, who put you in charge of that sort of ☠☠☠☠?

[usedconfusion]

...why are my ears burning?

[bruiserprincess]

Uh... well...

[Awkward]

Creepy interdimensional weirdness?