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oh, i know i dont HAVE to. ure one of the strongest people i know. buuuuuuuuuuut u gotta admit, sis.

u dont exactly have a top high score in the 'staying alive' game we're all playing here. and trust me, carrying a dead body isnt exactly easy. really leaves u sore in the morning!

somewhere between rumpie town and the forest of feelings, i dont know.

hey, i couldn't help it. well. i could help one, but they had it coming for a long time. let me come with you. i won't die. i have my atlas gauntlets now, it's better against all the bullshit.

uh-huh, sure, facey mcblockhead.
alright fine, u can come with but one gasping for air out of u and its straight to ur room, missy.

since when are you so protective of me? shouldn't it be the other way around? where can I meet up with you?

since u dont know how to walk 2 miles without falling in a man hole.

how about city hall?

okay, thats unfair. i dont fall into manholes and im not that prone to accidents. you are more than me. fine.

hey, i only had to replace my finger 1 time since ive been back. thats pretty good!

and what about all the other shit that's happened to you here?

dont recall a time, sis. u must be mistaken me for somebody else. common mistake, i DO have a few jinxers here.

right right. because there's SO many girls with blue haired braids hanging around here.

oh, theyre out there.

they love the element of surprise, and sneaking into cupboards. so i'd keep on my toes if i were u. u dont want to shine light on them or they'll cut a piece of ur hair and slap it onto their forearms.