[nr. Pimp Cabin]

[whothehelldoyou]

[From the Pimp Cabin, there is a slow, rhythmic bonk... bonk... bonk... noise. Then, in a shower of glass, a window bursts open and the triumphant cry goes up:]

--yes! Fuckin' freedom, I-- SHIT

[and then a grapehippo arcs not-so-gracefully to the ground from the vicinity of Kamina's broken window, trailing drool, and lands in some bushes]

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[whothehelldowe]

. . .

[whothehelldoyou]

[p.s.: ow]

[whothehelldowe]

[CAN FLYING RACCOONS FACEPALM? BECAUSE WE'RE. SORT OF DOING THAT. RIGHT NOW]

[whothehelldoyou]

... ... whoops.

[whothehelldowe]

Did you have to do that?

[whothehelldoyou]

--which 'that'd 'that' be, 'zactly?

[whothehelldowe]

The window!

[whothehelldoyou]

What, yer'd prefer ta stay in there fer th'next however long?

[whothehelldowe]

Someone would have found us sooner or later!

[whothehelldoyou]

Loads've 'em right now, yo!

[whothehelldowe]

Which wasn't the point!

[whothehelldoyou]

--make yer mind up, aa?!

[whothehelldowe]

--Augh, just. Forget it!

[whothehelldoyou]

Works out better this way, yo! Ain't gotta worry 'bout th'drool're shit.

[whothehelldowe]

...

[IGNORES]

[whothehelldoyou]

--Oi!