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[bostonbasher]

Hey, alriiiight! 'Bout time you let me outta there, lady! I been wonderin' if you were ever gonna grow a pair and just freakin' do it.

So what's the plan, huh? What kinda "magical adventures" ya got planned f'me?

...

Nothin'? Aw, dat's some bullshit! No, look, you had a plan for dat Heavy, you gotta figure out a plan for me. I'm way hotter n' her anyway! Y'can't just keep a babe like dis locked up while ya takin' the Heavy around doin' whatever she wants an' gettin' laid!



Oh, an' by the way, stop suckin' so much as dat dopey guy-lookin' version o' me, got it? Ya makin' us both look bad! I'm almost embarrassed for ya!

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[makesgoodteam]

You know, I have theory. Reason why your mun is allowing her Heavy out to do things is because she is not as annoying as you.

[bostonbasher]

Huh, dat's funny, I don't remember askin' f'your opinion!

[G L A R E.

SHE DOESN'T CARE IF YOU'RE SEVERAL TIMES HER SIZE IN EVERY DIRECTION. SHE WILL KICK YOUR ASS.]

[makesgoodteam]

You never do. Is why I give it anyway.

[C'mon, Scout. Are you really going to be like that?]

[bostonbasher]

[Is that even a real question]

You're only sidin' with her 'cause you two are da same freakin' person or somethin'. Dat's practically cheatin'!

[makesgoodteam]

[Hey, it was worth a shot.]

I would not be asking same question if you were other class. Except maybe Spy. As is, you are still little annoying baby Scout. Is just your nature.

[bostonbasher]

Yeah, just like how it's in your nature to be a big huge fat piece of aggravation. Ya like a walkin' piece o' blubber that don't keep its nose outta otha people's business.

[bring_the_beatdown]

Dude, don't even talk about Heavy, that shit is nasty. And what does a lame ass RED know about...




Know about...

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uhhh...

[bostonbasher]

...

'Ey! 'Ey, asshole, my eyes r' up here!

[DO YOU WANNA TAKE A BAT TO THE SKULL BECAUSE YOU'RE ABOUT TO IF YOU DON'T STOP THAT.]

[bring_the_beatdown]

I know where your eyes are dumbass.

[ Doesn't mean he's gonna look at them. ]

[bostonbasher]

Then you betta move ya friggin' eyes up there before I bat ya so hard ya goofy face crumbles in.

[bring_the_beatdown]

Ha! I'd like ta see ya try. You're a RED, you probably couldn't hit me if I stood still and let ya.

[bostonbasher]

[heads up bro, here comes a bat aimed right at your face.]

[a_sharp_dresser]

[Looks up at Scout's thread.

Judges him even more than usual.]

You'll have to excuse ze boy, mademoiselle. Zis is probably ze first time he's ever spoken to a woman who is not his mother.

[bostonbasher]

[Huh. That's a word she's never really been called before. She glances him up and down. This must be the guy version of Spy. But his manners seem to be a bit better than hers-- towards Scout herself, anyway.

Eh, whatever. Guy Spy is kinda hot. She shrugs and flips her bat back to rest against her shoulder, and puffs her chest out, her posture the picture of a cocky little kid.

Scout is Scout, even when he's a girl.]

Ehh, I can handle it! But thanks anyways, pops.

[a_sharp_dresser]

[And yet she is somehow more tolerable than his own. Maybe because she's not his...

The pops comment earns her a frown. He is a very young thirty-eight, thank you very much.]

I wouldn't be so sure. He can be quite ze...well...handful isn't exactly a strong enough word, but I suppose it will do.

[bostonbasher]

[She snorts.]

I. Can. Handle it! Trust me on dis, alright? Y'think a hottie like this never gets inta any trouble with dudes? Pffff!

[a_sharp_dresser]

[Okay fine, maybe he smiles a little at that.]

If you say so. Although I wouldn't underestimate him. If zhere is one zhing he exceeds at, it's being annoying.

[bostonbasher]

Yeah, an' if there's one thing I exceed at, it's breakin' heads!

[She grins up at him, head cocked to the side.]

[bring_the_beatdown]

[ HE DOESN'T NEED YOUR HELP SPY! ]

[a_sharp_dresser]

[HE NEEDS ALL THE HELP HE CAN GET.]

[ex_haveaplan64]

(His eyebrow quirks up as he looks the female Scout up and down. He's pretty sure RED doesn't send babies to fight their battles for them, but good God either the puberty stick has hit her very late or somebody got "fooled" by a fake ID--and given Sniper's opinion of Scout-level intellect, his mental image of this fake ID is an index card drawn with crayon.)

At least th' bloke Scout looks loike a proper 'ooligan, not a wisp 'f an ankle boiter late for secondary.

(Translation from asshole Sniper: Go back to school, kid.)

[bostonbasher]

Yeah, like a kid would have a rack like dis! [you've only managed to piss her off, snipes...] I'm a grown freakin' woman, aight? The hell made ya think otherwise?

[ex_haveaplan64]

(Sniper gives zero shits about your feelings.)

"Grown women" who actually 'ave a business being on a battlefield wouldn't go gallivanting about in a skirt.

(Somebody stop him before he dispenses totally unwanted fashion advice.)

[bostonbasher]

Pff, what are you, my dad? Maybe I wanna go gallivantin' about in a skirt! Besides, all we got on our "battlefield" where I come from are gross old ladies, so who gives a shit?

Besides, can ya really blame me for wantin' to show off dese gams? C'mon, you gotta be kiddin' me.

[ex_haveaplan64]

(He will refrain from saying it out loud, but he's clearly thinking "Wot 'gams'?".)