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[memoirofadrmaqn]

[somewhere in camp there's a half-pike. not often used but still there, waiting. Today, it is not alone. Brittany Spears's Circus is blaring from a laptop, and a girl with paint covering her hands and clothes is dancing around it. Apparently the dance is impromptu as there's three and a half newly painted skateboard decks sitting next to the laptop

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[arrivedtoclimax]

Arg! Keep it down, lady!

[memoirofadrmaqn]

Bite me! If you don't like it you can so seriously take your horny self elsewhere!

[arrivedtoclimax]

YOU take it elsewhere! Your singing sucks!

[memoirofadrmaqn]

[turns up a heavy gravity field around him, hoping to face plant him into the ground]

I WAS HERE FIRST YOU LOSER!

[arrivedtoclimax]

*so owned by girls. faceplant goes here*

What the hell was that!?

[memoirofadrmaqn]

N. Y. O. B.

[arrivedtoclimax]

HAH?! You just made that up! Doesn't even mean anything!

[memoirofadrmaqn]

Means "none of your business".

[arrivedtoclimax]

It's my business when you use it on me, lady!

[memoirofadrmaqn]

Whatever!

[arrivedtoclimax]

Tch. You better not do it again!

[memoirofadrmaqn]

Loser.

[arrivedtoclimax]

Bitch.

[memoirofadrmaqn]

[solid to the chest gravity shove]

[arrivedtoclimax]

*kljfkljhs. and down again*

What was that for!?

[memoirofadrmaqn]

For being a [censors love me].