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[bafflingly]

Shoot straight with me here, Fun Size. All of this — you did it in, what, minutes? And for what, huh? No, no, I get it. Trust me, you think you've got what it takes. You think to yourself, hey, I can do this. You're a positive gal. Got a good head on your shoulders. I like that. It's cute — all those schmucks back home, churning out motivational posters with try-hard cats? They adore that kinda thing.

But me? Seriously? What, Tin Man's not working out for you so you thought you'd try your hand at the real Wizard? Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered. Really. Look at me. But honey, let's get one thing straight: I'm not anybody's puppet. You dig? There ain't no strings on me.

So, before you really give it all you got, maybe you oughta figure out who's really running this show. Because I can guarantee, in the end, chances are it isn't gonna be you.

We clear? [ ... ] You're a good kid. Keep it up. Stay in school.

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[occasionally]

For as colorful as you are, green really doesn't suit you, Justin.

[ She's not entirely unfazed, but Pepper's always held herself together quite well. A tilt of her head comes with a small smile. ]

You're probably itching to sleep with anybody, though, since most of your charm comes in the form of a spray and leaves an orange tint.

[bafflingly]

It's my stylist. She's new — if you ask me, I don't really think she's cut out for the job.

[ There's a snort that comes with a sneer. He rocks up on the toes of his shoes, then touches back down with a point of his finger. ]

That's a good one. Yeah. Yeah. [ He says without any amusement. ] But see, Pep — you mind if I call you Pep? Course you don't. You see, Pep: the past few years or so, the only thing orange I've seen is, uh, it's a jumpsuit, Pep. Something you might recall. I know you've been a little busy, what with your honey booboo's affliction and all, but don't you worry about a thing, babe. Times are changing. Daddy's here to stay, huh?

[occasionally]

[ Every time Pep leaves his mouth, Pepper thinks she might be dying a little more inside. On the outside, however, it's merely a tic in her jaw. ]

I do recall, yes. Quite well, and fondly, actually, but I also find it hard to feel bad for someone that spent all of his precious time attempting – I'm going to say that again, now, just in case you didn't catch it the first time - attempting – to make copies of something just because he was told no when he asked the first time.

Like I said: sixth period biology. Manage to wind yourself in detention, Mr. Hammer? I'm sure nobody likes the hissy fits you throw when you don't get your way.

[bafflingly]

Is that concern I hear? Pep, you know, you really shouldn't have.

Believe me when I say whatever comes next? I have it completely under control. You and your little coin-operated boy? You've got nothin' to worry about.

Turns out a little vacation was just what I needed. Chicken soup for the soul, babe.