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[seriouslytwisted]

Oh ho, this is rich. No, seriously. I mean it.

Never mind you can't write a fight scene to save my life, never mind that you're -God, what'd you even call it? "Into conflict resolution?"

Yeah, I'm into that too. It's called 'kicking the other guy until he doesn't get up again.' Resolved.

How about you actually let me fight someone for once? Figures I'd get chained to a freakin' pacifist.

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[schweetride]

Oh, yeah.

I totally feel you, man.

[seriouslytwisted]

You look like you're five, how do you feel me?

[schweetride]

Hey, what do you know? Video game characters never get older, I could be like a hundred. I mean yeah, I'm not, but I could be!

Besides, I get it! You're a fighter and nobody's gonna let you fight. I'm a racer and nobody lets me race! We're like cousins. Only you're a koopa and act like a booger-brain.

[seriouslytwisted]

[Booger brain, huh? Raph would be insulted but that's just. It's such a five-year-old insult. He feels validated in his assessment of her age.]

Oh you race, huh? In what, the Candyland Grand Prix?

[schweetride]

Whaaat? No way, that would just sound stupid. I'm from Sugar Rush, doy. [ Super proud chest-puffing and everything. ] It's only the greatest kart-racing game in any arcade ever, but you know, no big deal.

[seriouslytwisted]

[SHE JUST SAID 'DOY' UNIRONICALLY]

How do you even reach the gas pedal? [Or is it like a tiny little clown car?]

[schweetride]

[ SAYING THINGS IRONICALLY IS A WEIRD CONCEPT. ]

Uhh, with my foot? [ Pbbt, this guy, really. ] What do you drive with, your tail? Oh, but you're a turtle, right, so do you just like row a boat and everybody passes you up because you're slow and you get there last and that's why nobody lets you fight?