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[crowsicle]

[There isn't even an answering machine message here, only some horrible recreation of the theme from that one SBaHJ video he did made completely of clips of different bird calls.]

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Oh man. Guess it's your turn for the PT regiment.

[Look at this cheeky motherfucker. He stands in front of Eren again, hands in his pockets, unable to stop smiling, he's so entirely happy for him.]

I call dibs on the asshole that gets to push you off a roof when you're ready.

[greatrage]

Damn right. I've already got an idea for something, like a bench press with a pulley system. The only problem is that it might rub sores on them, but... They're part of me, so they should heal like the rest of me.

[Eren is smiling fit to split his head. He's so happy he can hardly contain himself]

Ha! Of course! That means you have to catch me if I fuck up, though! If I splat, it'll be your fault.

1/3

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Hmm.

[greatrage]

[wat even Dave]

"Hmmm"?

[crowsicle]

I'm pretty sure you're too heavy for me to fly with, man. You're on your own.

[greatrage]

[Squuuuiiinnntttttttt]





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Are you saying I'm fat, Davesprite.

[crowsicle]

Am I the kind of bag of dicks that'd say that?

[greatrage]

Yes!

[Eren can't maintain the serious face, though, and it cracks into a smile as he elbows him]

[crowsicle]

Haha, ow, fuck you, I'm a rare and delicate species protected by state, national, and interdimensional law.

[He smacks half-heartedly at Eren's arms with both hands.]

[greatrage]

Do I look like I give a damn about your space laws?

[he whaps right back, but without any power behind it. Because Davesprite really is a delicate little flower]

I'm an intergalactic criminal.

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[Well excuse you, just because he only weighs thirteen pounds and is frequently bowled over by strong winds doesn't mean he can't take a hit. He probably couldn't take MORE than one hit, but still. He raises his hands to "defend."]

Well damn, didn't we just go over the fact that I'm a cop? Do I gotta take you in for a flagrant attack on an officer?

[greatrage]

[uh huh. Maybe a HALF a punch. If that]

You're a cop, but I'm a soldier. I wonder who wins, here? Besides, you couldn't drag me anywhere against my will if you tried.