This is crack. Crack is good. At times you should say YES! to crack.

[notintehkitchen]

Mun, I beg you. Please close that window.

I... I can't stop looking for some reason if you don't.

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[bring_the_beatdown]

Dude, is that hardhat?

.. The hell is wrong with the RED Team?

[notintehkitchen]

There is nothing wrong with any of us!

[She lies. Everyone is equally batshit in their own special way.]

The fans just draw weird things sometime! I mean, you must've seen what they draw of you! It's so unrealistic! You don't have abs!

[bring_the_beatdown]

What? I'm totally buff.

[See him flexing? See that nothing happening?]

They're just drawing what they're seeing.

[notintehkitchen]

[In return she flexes her own biceps in hopes of scaring him away when hers are bigger.]

Really? They must be overexaggerating to be nice. Me, however? Well. Heh heh!

[bring_the_beatdown]

[Yeah fine, hers are way bigger.]

They're not exaggerating nothing.

[And so he pulls his shirt off. LOOK WHAT YOU DID. Yeah so he's not buff, but he almost has abs. See them?]

[notintehkitchen]

[STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE.]

Put your shirt back on before you hurt yourself.

[She's not staring because she finds you attractive at all. Not even the slightest bit of a sliver. Nope, nope. One, you are a BLU. Two, you are a Scout. That should be more then enough reasons to want to gag.]

[bring_the_beatdown]

Why would I hurt myself? I'm shirtless plenty. The ladies love it.

[The imaginary ladies that is.]

[hasstandards]

And why not? It's not like you've not as though it's nothing you haven't seen before.

[notintehkitchen]

I've seen more of all of you then I'd like to admit.

[SO MANY PENISES. SO MANY PENISES, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW. ALL THOSE TIMES SHE HID HER IDENTITY WHILE PLAYING THE PART OF A BOY IN THE MEN'S LOCKER ROOM. SNIPER, YOU DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW HOW MANY TIMES SHE'S SEEN YOUR "GUN" BEFORE SHE BECOME INTIMATE WITH YOU.]

[hasstandards]

[The things he doesn't want to think about. Ever.]

Well, you oughtta be real practiced in looking away, then.

[Not that he's jealous of Pyro ogling Engineer. Why would he be? We're not talking about this.]

[notintehkitchen]

[It makes you realize why she hurried her ass out of there as fast as she could and made mmmphhh excuses why she couldn't change. While everyone assumed that the he that was really a she was embarrassed about their burn scars, the real reason was even simpler but unimaginable to anyone except those times people made bets about what gender she was.]

Yes, of course. Looking away...

[She might of looked at Engineer more then she wants to admit.]

[hasstandards]

Good.

[He gets that feeling.]

[notintehkitchen]

Sniper...?

What if I did look?

[manbehindcry]

Miss-

E-excuse me miss. Do you have a thing for hairy chests?

[notintehkitchen]

I suppose they aren't ba--WHAT?! Where do you go asking me something like that?

[manbehindcry]

Cause the guy in the picture is hairy, duh.

...dots. Or do ya just have a thing for men like lumber jacks? [It's obvious that she must.]

[notintehkitchen]

No, I don't.

[She's lying.]

[manbehindcry]

But you started a sentence using "I suppose" before rudely cutting yourself off! You obviously have a thing for lumberjacks.

[notintehkitchen]

I don't have time to think about what kind of men I do and don't like.

[smells_to_see]

I don't get it.

[notintehkitchen]

It may be better that you don't.

[smells_to_see]

The person in the picture has a great taste in flowers. Why is his shirt fuzzy and mostly skin-colored though?

[notintehkitchen]

I don't know what you mean skin-colored. It looks red to me.

[smells_to_see]

Isn't that a vest?

[notintehkitchen]

No, it's a shirt.