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Three-hundred, babe.

Three. Freakin'. Hundred.

Ya say yer not gonna spend another dime on me?
We'll see how long that lasts.

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[whitescalesbigmouth]

...Wow.

[It'd sure be nice if her mun spent money on her like that. Heck if her mun could find some people out there willing to sketch more facial sexpressions that'd be something.]

That's really something.

[roadblasted]

[He just grins like the smug bastard he is.]

Count 'em, toots, she spent seventy-five dollars on me. Seventy-five friggin' bucks! Ya know what ya can get fer that kinda green?

Yeah s'no pumpin' quarters inta my console, which she couldn't do even if she wanted'ta, and I'd KNOW she'd want'ta... but s'not a bad substitute~

[memoryguardian]

Three-hundred? Why in the world would you ever need so many?

[Her mun is still having trouble filling the space for the 100 that she has!]

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'Cause ev'rybody just loves drawin' my drop dead gorgeous face, obviously! Can't really blame 'em, I'm already a priceless work'a art~

[whitescalesbigmouth]

Sounds like someone's getting a little too big for his britches if you ask me.

That ego of yours is going to get you in trouble soon.

[roadblasted]

Ugh, spare me. Newsflash: I'm not STUPID!
... And I'm not gettin' any more games unplugged.

[memoryguardian]

[Oh moon it's the Leprechaun all over again...]

I guess everyone has their preferences!

[kingofnightmares]

[Nope. Not impressed.]

Someone's narcissistic.

[rancis]

I don't think so.

[Maybe this almost seems funny.]

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Hey. Ya hear that?
Clap yer trap and listen reeeeal close.
Do ya hear it?
'Cause it's the sound'a NO ONE GIVIN' A CRAP!

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Yeah, they gotta word fer it. S'called DANG GOOD TASTE!

[kingofnightmares]

[Slow. Clap.]

You could almost make that into a song. Then you'd truly be a Disney character.

[memoryguardian]

My definition of "good" taste and theirs must be... very different then.

[oh ew. please don't smile at her your teeth are horrendous. :'C]

[notaglitch]

Good gumdrops. An' I thought a hundred icons was a lot.

Good luck findin' a use for all of those when your only expression was meant to be...what'd my player say it was?

..A gigantic smiley face?

Boy things musta' reeeally changed for you over the years, huh?

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Well here's a headline for ya, Count Dweeb-ula: I don't need a goshdang jig and a showtune ta'be the best thing The Mouse House's churned out since the big round-eared guy himself~

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Ya sayin' I'm not in yer definition'a "good", feather-doll?
That better mean I'm in yer definition'a totally goshdarn tubular.

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Guess what, peanut-bratter?
No one cares what ya think.

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[GROOOOAAAAN]

Oh barf me out, not that bullroar again!
I mean, yeah sure I got one heckuva world-famous Turbo-Tastic smile, but seriously, "giant smiley face"? Do I look like some goofy grinnin' doofus ta'ya?! I dunno what brand'a fairy dust they were smokin' ta'put that in the script but I think someone needs ta'tell Tinkerbell ta'lay 'em off the stuff.

Still, guess it's better than other folks sayin' I used'ta look like a tooth.

[memoryguardian]

[UHM. UHM. She's trying to retain some queenly tact but he's making it difficult.]

Not exactly? But, I mean, everyone's entitled to their own opinion, right? And plenty of other people seem to have the opinion that you're pretty great so that has to count for something!

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... Yer sayin' ya don't think I'm ultra righteous.

[SCOFF]

Yeah ya can have yer own "opinion", I guess, if ya don't mind havin' a super mega LAME one!
'Course it counts fer somethin'! S'what EV'RYBODY should think! S'it too much'ta asked ta'be universally loved and adored fer bein' the greatest masterpiece'a pixels ever ta'drive a go-kart? Sheesh.

[notaglitch]

[She opens her mouth to answer his rhetorical question about being some goofy grinning doofus when his last remark catches her off guard.]

Wait wait wait, a TOOTH??

Pfftttthahaha!! They said you looked like a tooth?!

[roadblasted]

[He facepalms, letting out another moan.]

Yeah, but ya wanna know what YOU looked like?
A zombie. Ya had green skin and everythin'. So glass houses, gumdrop.

[notaglitch]

[Her smile fades pretty fast, replaced with a hard frown.]

Hey! Look buddy I didn't look that bad. I mean-

...I look fine now. So. ...That's all that matters.

[Geeze, talk about karma. Guess concepts hadn't been kind to either of them.]

[roadblasted]

And right there's why I'm no "giant smiley face." Or tooth.
Just one wicked handsome as all get-out speed demon, and yer a lil' saccharine loudmouth who looks like ya got yer wardrobe outta the candy store trash can~

[notaglitch]

[She falters, before retorting sharply.]

I...I did not! My clothes got more care in 'em than yours ever would, you can bet your stupid dorky get-up on that!!